Seeing Silver Stars

I woke up automatically at 2 a.m. I stumbled out of bed, turned of my lamp, and took a drink of water. I lazily sulked back over to my black bed and sat. I was unnaturally alert, what with me only getting less than 5 hours of sleep, but I trained myself to be awake at this hour. Despite my lamp being on and the pouring rain outside, you could still see moonlight shining in through the window. I still had a while until haunting hour, and there was no way I wanted to risk going back to sleep. So I grabbed my book, Demonology of the 15th century, and relaxed. Focusing on only my book, the tapping of rain on my window, and the way the moonlight relected off of everything. Right then my surroundings didn't seem like a dark 14-year-old's room, but and elegant study. Everything seemed very peaceful.

I was shocked how fast the minutes flew by. Why do the dull moment drag on while the times when I am truely happy slip through my fingers? I frowned on that thought for a while. And of course those few thoughts seemed to take 20 minutes when they only took 2. I sighed and covered my face with my hands, aggravated.

I glanced at the clock, 2:49 a.m. I still had a few minutes until Silver would appear. I could only see him between haunting hour (3a.m.), and dawn, because as soon as the sun comes up, he literally disappears. Well, he's still there, but I can't see him anymore. He just goes back to being a ghost to the world. I wish I could show him how the outside world was. Because he's been trapped in this room since he died in his sleep here 4 years ago. He was only 12. (But his soul is still ageing.) Only three weeks after Silver died, his parents got so depressed they moved out. And of course my parents would be the ones to buy up this old, rundown, Victorian house. But I can't complain, I met Silver soon after I moved. Of course I questioned my sanity at first but Silver proved his existence and now we are suprisingly best friends.

After a couple more long minutes of reading my book, my mind wandered away and I began to drift asleep.

I woke up from Silver tapping on my shoudler. Apparently, it wasn't doing the job so he yelled "Wake up, Dia!" and punched my arm. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to get my attention. My eyes flipped open to see Silver's bright blue eyes, pale face, and choppy jet black hair only inches away from my face, examining me like I was dead. Then he poke me in the face (several times) and whispered "You even awake?" Adorable!
"Yes, I'm awake!" I laughed. Silver chuckled and gave me a michievious, but apologetic smile, and back away with his hands up in surrender. I laughed again and threw my book at him. When it rebounded off his chest, he picked it up and began to thumb through it.
"So how was your day?" Silver asked as he sat cross-legged at the foot of my bed. He leaned against the wall, still flipping through my book.
"Same as usual." I sighed, and stretched out my tired back, which cracked in responsed. Silver just nodded. "And how was yours?" I asked him.
"Not very interesting," Silver admitted, "But I did manage to freak out more of our neighbors." Silver laughed and winked at me.
"You know you're gonna drive them crazy, right?" I question with a smile. Silver just smiled back and shrugged. I tossed my pillow in his direction. "You're so cruel."
"Heh, I know." Silver chuckled and tossed the pillow back.

I leaned back and twirled the dream catcher by my bed in boredom. Silver squinted and tilted his head at something in my book. (Which was probably his now, too because he seemed to enjoy it.) Then, Silver looked up at me, then back at the book, then up at me again. I tried to just ignore him, but he closed one eye and held the book up next to me, comparing me to something in it.
I sighed and finally questioned, "What?"
"Oh.." Silver said innocently, "this picture just looks a lot like you is all, it's weird.

I grimaced and leaned up to see what he was talking about. I was expecting him to be joking, and for it to be a picture of a monster or something. But no, the picture was a girl who actually did look like me. A lot like me...
I stared at the picture, "Whoa, you're right." I murmered, a little shocked.
"First of all," Silver started, "I'm always right." Then Silver's face suddenly looked like a lightbulb went off in his head. "Maybe that's you in a pastlife!"

I raised an eyebrow, yet another unknown connection with Silver. I didn't know he was listening when I talked about reencarnation... I looked at Silver again- I think he regreted to say what he did because his face went light pink and his black bangs covered his eyes like it always does when he is embarassed. I forget he's a ghost when he does that.
After another look at the picture, I looked at Silver and simply said "Maybe it is."

Silver looked relieved. And some of the pink left his face. Which disappointed me a little. "Glad you said that," Silver admitted, "I thought you were going to think I was weird. But you know where I'm coming from, right? I mean, you're Pagan."
"Yeah..." I trailed off and took the book from Silver to examine the picture more. It looked like a black and white photograph of me, but in a black cape. The girl looked about my age... with black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin like me. After a couple more moments of staring at the picture, Silver snatched the book from my hands and began to look through it again.
"I'm gonna have to look into this." Silver noted.
He was naturally curious and since he couldn't go to school, he liked to research and read books about anything if he didn't know about it. It seemed like he constantly studied. I wouldn't doubt if he were smarter than the majority of people around here. After all, Lewisville, Vermont wasn't exactly the biggest town around. It's a gloomy, rainy kind of place.
Silver relaxed back against the wall and closed the book. He yawned and streched out his long arms. "I'm tired." Silver groaned and layed down. My small, black and white bed, was deifintely not big enough for Silver. Much less the both of us. But I didn't have enough money, enough space in my small room, or a good enough excuse (my parents can't see or hear Silver), to get a bigger bed. So we just dealt with it.

Silver pulled my black comforter over him. He looked a little exausted. He dragged himself up to his pillow and sighed. Watching him made me tired. So I clicked off my lamp and tried to fall asleep. Which wasn't too hard, rain still tapped on my window and moonlight shined in and reflected off of Silver and my's skin. Silver looked a little paler than I did, but he was dead. Still, we had the same blue and white glow coming off of us. I listened to the rain and Silver's breathing and soon fell asleep.