Blog #9 - Again

The day started drearily. It was another one of the town's infamous somber days, the grey clouds rolling in at an early hour. Marie had sulked back up the stairs to apartment 706 West, flashes of Mr. Evans's ghost haunting her. Her guilt was heavy, an enormous weight on her shoulders that she simply could not seem to lose. Marie had failed. She had failed Mr. Evans, all those messages he had sent her, worthless.

Marie had floated through the hallway that night without even bothering to look up, as she knew the distance to the apartment by heart, considering the many times she had wandered the halls. As she entered and reached the middle of the empty room, Marie had sunk to her knees, holding her head in her hands and letting out a wail of frustration and pure sadness. The fact that no one could hear her made everything seem all the more pointless.

Marie stayed there on her knees for hours, until the sun rose only to reveal the dull grey of the sky. The center of the room gave her an interesting perspective out her cracked window, as well as the other ones, she suddenly thought. She could see new buildings, the top of the town hall peeking out  the bottom of the window. She smiled to herself. Maybe this would be her new corner.

A bloodcurdling scream turned Marie's smile to a frown, and she floated to the clear window on the right side of the room. Looking atop the East building, she could make out a figure standing near the edge. Marie could not see who it was, but her heart lurched for whoever it was. She would never wish her fate on anyone else, regardless of what they did. But she also found herself curious. Curious about the person's identity, curious about their life, what their reasons were for attempting suicide. Marie was surprised the thought crossed her mind, as she would have never thought it before. But Mr. Evans's death changed something in her. Laughing dryly, Marie thought that maybe she should be a detective in her next life.

Retreating back to the center of the room, Marie's laughs quickly turned to sobs, heaving through her. Her emotions were overpowering as she realized how truly miserable she was. Sure, she had had spurts of interactions and feelings. But instead of giving her the hope that she could return to her living state, it only gave her a taste of what she was missing, making the weight of her misery even more unbearable. Because, the fact was, even though she had discovered her curious nature, nothing had really changed. She still didn't know how she died. She still didn't know why she was a ghost. She had no clue how to get out of there. She still had no one and nothing.

Marie was still a ghost. And Marie was still alone.