So yeah, I've given writing a shot. I would like to hear you opinions please, if you don't like it, you don't like it, if you like it, then thank you. But please, if you spot a typo or a way in general that I can improve state so.

Thanks~

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"Hello"

The most basic of words, a word heard so often it slides into the mind without effort, without thought. Almost unoriginal, from the lips of a fellow human being, a fellow alive human being. But, if we took even the most simplest of phrases, and placed them into the mouths of something not so 'basic' and 'unoriginal', would the mind accept it?

Does the mind accept life in general? There are so many questions that will foever remain unanswered, and they will plague at the darkest corners of our heads, clawing desperatly for an answer. The first question that gripped me that night was, "What will happen after death?"

Such a dark topic, very unlike me. Well, very unlike the 'me' I used to be, before the incident. Can you call it a coincidence? That on the same night I asked that question, in my mind, he appeared to me, for the first time. 

My Mother told me that everybody can see ghosts, but ghosts cannot see us. I never took the words in, until  that night. You see, my Mother was, is, insane. She has dissorders I cannot even pronounce. She used to be fine, until the letter came home.

Strange how a single bullet can destroy the lives of people it never hit.

I was in the bedroom, texting the friends that used to be.

'1 new message from Olivia'

Olivia and I were best friends back in those days. Back in those days I never stayed up half the night wishing for a companion. I was very socialble, and stupid. I didn't care for the world, I sat up with my friends at weekends, saying horrible things about the people we never gave a chance. I didn't care for exams. I didn't care for my future. I didn't care for Ghosts.

'1 new message from Olivia'

My grandfather had just died, but we were talkng about mascara. How naive of us. How naive of me to not care for the loss of life.

'1 new message from Olivia'

 During this coversation I dropped the phone, as I went to pick it up, I thought of the liver spotted old man who had so frequently tried to bond with his grand daughter. I had rejected him so casually it was if I had merely swatted a fly. I hesitated in the slightest of regret, and wondered if he were in some form of 'Heaven' where it didn't matter that he was an old man. I thought of the question that has plagued me throughout the last 2 years, when an unfamiliar name came to mind, "Ryan O'Hare".

I didn't know anybody called Ryan, how peculiar. Although back then my vocabulary was so undeveloped I would have thought that 'peculiar' was some sort of Sea Eagle.

'1 new message from Ryan'