I Was A Teenage Death God – MJ Beasi

If I’d somehow forgotten how annoying Lou could be, it only took her fifteen minutes to remind me. It had taken even less time to discover that feeding a hungry ghost in the shore town’s offseason was easier said than done. In the heat of summer, it would be easy to casually knock shoulders with swimsuit-clad sunbathers on the crowded boardwalk, brush hands with a hotdog vendor, or befriend a bunch of high-fiving beach bros. As it was, I’d managed to shake hands with a couple of sixty-plus power-walkers and some dude I gotta assume was training for membership in the Polar Bear Club.

“Haven’t you been taking life from Sam for the past two days?” I asked. “She’s obviously suffering, and you look even worse. So, where’s all this stolen life going? How did you get like this?” “Stop it!” Lou whimpered, uncharacteristically flustered. “I don’t know.” “Do you actually know anything?” I asked. “Or is that something else the death god twins were supposed to explain for you?” “I just couldn’t get it all.”

Lou pouted. “I thought I could, but Sam is too selfish.” “Sam is selfish?” I said. “She never asked for any of this! You’re the one out here begging like a toddler!” Then, as if to prove my point, she reverted to a full-on three-year- old. “Mooooooore.” Despite the low volume of real-life humans available, Lou’s ghostly body was growing more solid by the minute.

Her urge to whine knew no bounds. “Jesus Christ, can you just chill?” I snapped. I was on her side for once. The least she could do was let me kill my victims peacefully. “I’m literally taking everything I can.” “You’re literally not,” she responded. “Oh what, is there an invisible street fair I’m missing?”

I struggled to keep my voice down. “Or should I have invited the cold, naked man for a romantic stroll?” Lou sighed. “You’re not paying attention.” “So, stroll with naked man, then?” I asked. “Thanks, that’s really helpful.” “I know you hate me, Charlie, but if you’re serious about getting what you want, you’ll listen.” It was the most self-aware thing Lou had ever said, though it didn’t make me hate her any less.

“Okay, I’m listening,” I said, narrowly resisting the urge to roll my eyes. “Tell me what you mean.” “You could take more life.” Lou leaned closer. “You could take all their life. If you really wanted to.” And though I knew it to be impossible, I could have sworn I felt her breath on my cheek.

“You keep using the same words, but they don’t make any sense,” I said. “How could I take more life when there’s nobody to take it from?”

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OceanofPDF.com For every young person questioning their existence in a world determined to erase them. You’re here, you’re real, and you’re spectacular. OceanofPDF.com 1 UNFORTUNATELY WICKED “Take it,” Lou whispered. Even at a murmur, Lou’s voice could cut through a crowded football stadium, never mind the morning rush at a neighborhood coffee shop. She knew this, just as she knew how much I valued my personal space. But since making me miserable was her only hobby, she’d glued herself to my side.

I jabbed her ribs with my elbow, not that ghosts cared much about that sort of thing. “Get off me,” I said. “And I don’t want to.” Her mouth curled into a sickening grin. “Take it, or you’ll be sorry.” “Sorry” was the story of my life. And like most of my stories, this one began with Lou. That feels like a sentimental thing to say about the person I despised most in the world—and by “sentimental,” I mean “total garbage”—but it was the truth.

Well, maybe this story didn’t begin with Lou. It began with the voices. I’d always heard the voices. I couldn’t remember a time when they weren’t there, hovering around the edges of my waking thoughts, invading my dreams like a swarm of angry bees. I couldn’t make out the words, but I understood they wanted something.

They didn’t scare me, but they wore on me, until they’d been there so long that I forgot we were separate entities. I was a stone in the river, smoothed and shaped by the rushing water, oblivious to my future as a tiny grain of sand.

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