Strangely, there wasnât much peaceful about being dead, Katherine realized. Mostly, now, it was just being angry and not having anyone to listen to her. Or being sad and not having anyone to chat with. Or being bored and not having anyone to just talk to. No one to talk back with her.Â
Strangely, she never fancied herself as social. But she supposed that when isolation struck, anyone was social. And she supposed she could go talk to Angela, but not only was she untrustworthy, there was a good chance she was cross with Katherine.
Strangely, she never talked to herself when she was alive, unless it was reciting some event, or when she was teaching first thing in the morning. Now she found herself doing it all the time, âand you know what, your hair is stupid sir. There, I said it, and now I canât get fired, cause, well, Iâm dead. And I donât like being dead, but its the cards Iâve drawn, apparently. Oh, and I like your hair. Itâs all red and glowy in the sunshine. Very nice.â
Honestly, Kathryn never thought sheâd find herself EVER coming back to just sort of watch over or haunt Robert in a sense. Never. But sheâd felt a strange essence or vibes lately and coming back as a ghost seemed the only option. Really sheâd only been lurking about the school and sometimes his apartment. It was all very strange, but finding him with someone who seemed to care about him was nice, even if it hurt a little.
Today she found herself at the school, not wanting to intrude too much on Robert and this Shay girl, who Kathryn had found out was pregnant. It hurt a little and she definitely felt a pang of jealousy.
At the sound of another womanâs voice, Kathryn turned around and cocked her eyebrow at the woman, her expression mildly bored but intrigued. The only logical explanation for the girl to be talking to her was that she was dead too. âThanks, I guess.â Her eyes narrowed slightly at the brunette, taking in her appearance. âHow long have you been dead?â