Over The Edge ..::..O P E N..::..

[Hailey Anderson]

' ' tired of wasting my time, tired of wasting my breath , ,

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It was a cold night in the forest, cold to anyone who could feel the temperature, that was. To the ghost of Hailey Anderson, it could be below 0 and she wouldn't be able to tell. The solemn, translucent figure of the 16 year-old girl floated through the trees, a faint blue glow surrounding her ghostly figure. Her dark, wavy hair floated out slightly around her as she drifted through the woods.

Sighing, Hailey slowly floated over to a tree stump, sitting down on it carefully. She was new to this whole being a ghost thing. If she didn't concentrate, she could fall right through a solid object such as a tree stump. It sucked...being dead. But what was worse was that nobody knew how she really died. Sure, there was suspicion, but only from her close friends and Sam. Sam. Hailey felt tears well up in her eyes, though she knew that they weren't really tears. If she could have one thing right now, it would be to just tell Sam that everything was going to be okay.

Hailey sighed again, looking down at her transparent figure. She just wanted someone to see her. Since she died, there had been moments where she could've sworn that someone was looking at her, not through her. She wanted to scream at them for help, or just to talk to them, but they didn't even know she was there. Hailey had witnessed her own funeral. She had seen her own bruised, broken body in a casket, and she had seen her friends walking past it. She'd screamed at them to turn around, but they hadn't heard her.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Tank Myers]

Never Trust A Hoe ;;

Tank made his way into the forest, his hands dug deep into the pockets of his black, ripped at the knees, skinny jeans. He wasn't exactly sure where it was that he was going, but at the same time, he didn't overly care. He would go where ever his feet took him. There was no point in planning to go somewhere. Everytime he did, someone or something would interupt him.

Looking up from his feet, Tank moved off to the right to avoid walking into a large cotton wood tree. As much of a screw up that Tank was, sometimes he wished that he could pretend that it never happend, and just live off in the middle of the forest, without having to worry about anybody yelling at him or getting angry with him.

Tank was used to people looking down upon him, but he often used other peoples judgements, to bring himself up. To Tank, he was a beautiful man, despite what anybody else said about him. He was who he was for a reason, but few people ever cared to listen. Not that he was willing to tell anyone.

As he got deeper into the forest, Tank came to a clearing in the trees. Seeing a stump, he decided to sit down infront of it, leaning back against the old rotting bark of what was left of a tree. He looked around, feeling as though he wasn't alone. Something gave him the idea that there was someone else present, but he wasn't about to go around like a fool, looking for something that probably wasn't even there.

[Hailey Anderson]

' ' tired of wasting my time, tired of wasting my breath , ,

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Hailey closed her eyes, trying desperately to feel anything. A gust of wind, a warmth, even pain. She just wanted to be able to feel again. She opened one eye. She felt something. Someone was near her. Glancing around hurriedly, Hailey quickly floated behind a tree, but not quickly enough. Her cold, transparent figure just skimmed the arm of a boy walking past her to sit on the stump that she previously occupied. It wasn't a big deal. Most likely, the boy would've felt a cold spot on his arm where she'd past him. She stopped though. Did she just bump into him? That couldn't have happened.

Hailey glanced at the boy, her eyes wide with shock. She could've sworn that for a moment, she was solid again. The only way to tell was if the boy noticed her. Maybe he could help. She couldn't help it. She got a bit excited that someone might be able to see her. Don't get your hopes up, she told herself. Still, the thought of maybe being able to communicate with Sam or Jessie again gave her hope. She couldn't bring herself to say anything. Hailey froze dead in her tracks, starring wide-eyed at the boy.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Tank Myers]

Never Trust A Hoe ;;

Tank jumped when he felt something against his arm, confirming that he wasn't alone. He was afraid to move, even though part of him thought it may just be a bug. But the more he thought about it, a bug wouldn't have felt like that. It would've given a more ticklish sensation, or a creepy crawly sensation.

Slowly looking up, Tank jumped back a bit as he saw a girl standing next to him. She wasn't there a minute ago. But something about her was... different. She looked cold, and there was a blu-ish glow surrounding her body. Unsure of what to say, Tank just returned the girls empty stare. Was she a ghost? Tank had never believed in that sort of thing growing up. He always thought that it was all just a bunch of bullshit, even when his Grandma tried to convince him otherwise.

[Hailey Anderson]

' ' tired of wasting my time, tired of wasting my breath , ,

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Hailey continued to stare as the boy matched her eyes. He could see her. She felt something that she would've thought was her heart skipping a beat. He could actually see her. She was positive of it. He was looking right at her, not through her like everyone else seemed to do. It was such an incredible, relieving feeling to know that someone could actually see her. Though, she hoped that the boy wouldn't get scared off. She needed someone to talk to. Maybe he could talk to Sam for her, or Jessie. Words flew around Hailey's mind faster than she could keep up with.

Hailey finally let out a gasp. Even though she didn't have to breath, she felt as though she couldn't. She recognized the boy. She didn't think she'd ever spoken to him, but she knew his name was Tank, and was pretty sure he dropped out of school. She may have had a study hall or something with him before she died. "Hwhhha-..." Hailey's mouth opened, but all that came out was an awkward sounding syllable. She was just so shocked that he could see her.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Tank Myers]

Never Trust A Hoe ;;

Tank shook his head, and rubbed his eyes. What the hell was going on? He had never had an expirience like this before. People around the town often said that the whole place was haunted, but he never believed it. He often shrugged off the stories. Tank wasn't one to believe in anything, what so ever. Not God, not fate, and most importantly, not ghosts.

Hearing the girl make a strange noise, Tank sat up straighter. Should he make a run for it? What if she just followed him? He slowly got up, but only to sit on the tree stump. Something about this girl seemed to catch his attention. She sort of looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place where he had seen her. Digging into his thoughts and memories, Tank was suprised when he finally clued into who she was.

Hailey Anderson. Tank had gone to school with her for a bit before he dropped out. Not too long after that, she died. He had never payed much attention as to how, or exactly when. All he knew is that it was within the past few weeks, and people were still talking about it. Tank felt his body run cold as it clicked in his mind, that yes, this girl was infact a ghost. "Hi..." he said, forcing the words past the lump in his throat.

[Hailey Anderson]

' ' tired of wasting my time, tired of wasting my breath , ,

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Hailey felt a lump in her throat rise. She thought she might vomit for a moment. He could actually see her... A thousand thoughts and emotions flooded Hailey's brain. She closed her eyes, feeling like she might faint for a moment. It was odd how even though she didn't have a body, she still felt certain human reactions sometimes. She kept eye contact with Tank, closing her eyes when she heard him say something. Her mind was so blank that she didn't even register what he was saying, but it didn't matter. She was being acknowledged.

"Hi," Hailey said back, her voice weak and small. She barely managed to get the words out, and was shocked to hear the sound of her own voice. She hadn't spoken and been heard since she died. "Um...Tank?" Hailey said, hoping she'd gotten his name right.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Tank Myers]

Never Trust A Hoe ;;

Tank nodded slowly. Alot of people knew who he was, even without talking to them. He had heard alot of rumors about himself floating around the town, especially the school. The sad thing was that most of what was being said was true, but Tank didn't want to stop it. He liked being the center of attention, and he was used to people thinking stupid stuff about him.

"Were you in any of my classes before I dropped out?" Tank asked, making an attempt at placing the girl at the right spot in his mind. He knew that they had gone to school together, that much was obvious. Maybe she knew his grandmother pretty well? Alot of people got along great with May, especially younger ones. She was the town Grandma.

[Hailey Anderson]

' ' tired of wasting my time, tired of wasting my breath , ,

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Hailey nodded back. This was too weird. She'd probably never spoken to Tank once other than asking what an assignment was. And now that she was dead, she was standing here, in the middle of the night in the forest, having a conversation with him. The strangest part was that he didn't seem to be freaked out by the fact that he was talking to a dead girl. It was relieving.

"Um. Study hall. And ceramics, I think," Hailey said, surprised at how casual of a question that was despite the context. She kept a straight stare at him, wondering what he was doing out here this late at night. Hailey had an excuse to wander the forest at night; she was dead, and therefore physically incapable of sleeping, and nothing out there could hurt her. It was less painful of a memory to be somewhere peaceful like in the woods, than say, hanging out around her house. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Tank Myers]

Never Trust A Hoe ;;

Tank continued to stare at the girl. This was an odd turn of events. He was hoping to come to the forest tonight to chill out away from everybody, and possibly get high by himself, even if it wasn't much fun. The last thing he had ever expected to happen, besides the world blowing up, was happening now. He nodded, finally placing the girl in a memory. He had seen her alot in class, or at least when he actually went. They never really spoke, but Tank didn't speak to many people at all.

He sighed, resting his chin in his hands. Ok, so he knew that this wasn't just an illusion created by his half dead brain. This was real, whether or not he wanted to accept it. "So.." he started, a question burning in his mind. "How did you die anyways?"

[Hailey Anderson]

' ' tired of wasting my time, tired of wasting my breath , ,

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Hailey gulped, starring straight at Tank. She wanted so badly to just say what had actually happened and be done with it, but what if he didn't believe her? She knew that if Jessie or Sam or Corey could see or hear her, that they'd believe her when she told them that her stepfather chased her out onto the street, beat her, and left her for dead when a car came and ran her over. But would Tank believe her? Someone whom she only barely knew when she was still alive? She could take the easy way out and say she died because of a car accident, but it was no accident what had happened. Sure, the driver was probably drunk and hadn't meant to run her over, but when it came down to it, it was Ed's fault.

"Uhh...it's kind of a long story," Hailey said quietly. It was still pretty dark out. She thought she'd take a chance and see if he stayed to listen. "When I was 14...my mom remarried this guy, Ed. I guess I gave him the benefit of the doubt at first...but he always, I dunno, scared me. My mom was always bruised or cut...and I always knew it was Ed," she said, closing her eyes. Her one main regret in her life was never revealing Ed for what he was, or getting her mother to admit that he abused her.

"So anyway...I came home one night after hanging out with Jessie Bancroft...and there were all these sirens and ambulances around...," she looked down. Even a year and a half later, it was still hard to comprehend the death of her mother. It was more difficult that comprehending her own death. "They said it was a drug overdose...but my mom never, never did drugs...," she shook her head. "I mean, I just knew it was Ed. It had to be. So I finally confronted him about it...about two weeks ago," she took a deep breath. "And he just kind of came at me. So I ran. I mean, I was used to him beating me up by this time, so I just ran. I ran out into the middle of the street and he finally caught up to me," she said, her voice and her entire form shaking. "It all h-...the next thing I knew I was lying in the middle of the road...I looked over and saw headlights coming towards me..." she said, closing her eyes again. "He just left me out there to die. It all happened so fast," she said, amazed at how easy it was to say out loud.

"They said it was a car accident," she scoffed, anger in her voice. "It may have involved a car, but it wasn't a fucking accident," she said, a rare edge in her voice. She looked over at Tank, scrutinizing him for a reaction. "Do you believe me?" she said, her voice returning to it's usual soft tone, her eyes holding contact with his.[/blockquote][/blockquote]