SAY MY NAME

Chapter 2~Hey, Somebody's on the Roof!

      The next two weeks went by slowly. Not much happened for Richie. He scared away a few people who tried to approach the house, including the former owner.

      Ahhhh, that was fun!

      He felt a few deaths pass by, one being a man who had been dying of cancer and finally succumbed to it. Frank something. The demon didn't catch his last name and didn't care honestly. He moved onto the Netherworlds quickly, so he didn't give a shit. Why should he? This man wasn't gonna help him become visible to the living world anyway.

      Now usually Richie didn't let his emotions get the best of him. He never liked thinking about the past, only focused on the now. But today was one of those days where he realized how truly and literally invisible he was.

      He hated seeing how happy teens his age were, running around with their friends or their girlfriends. They had a life. He didn't.

      It made him want to create a boulder and throw it at them from how jealous he became.

      But somehow, he found himself resisting.

      The night grew dark, the moon shining down at him. Richie was whistling under his breath, enjoying the cool breeze that flowed through his messy green curls. He should be going back to his new place, but it felt so empty. It was. And right now, he just wanted to find someone so he wouldn't feel too alone, even though he was invisible.

      The demon's whistling came to a slow halt as he found himself looking up at the houses and noticed a tiny figure at least half a dozen houses away from him on the roof. That was a person, he could tell.

      Huh. Weird.

      He could just turn away...but during his afterlife, he had found people on rooftops or over cliffs, finding ways to bring them away from the edge when they were ready to end it all.

      Richie just couldn't leave this person like this.

      He disappeared in a cloud of green smoke, reappearing again on the same rooftop as he saw the person. The ghost with the most could see now that he was much closer the person.

      He was much shorter than Richie, by at least half a foot. He had on a green—his favorite shade of green—polo shirt and red shorts. He looked small but maybe around the demon's age, perhaps younger. The boy was sobbing hysterically, ripping open his fanny pack and throwing nearly a dozen different bottles of pills from it before resorting to throwing the entire fanny pack off the roof.

      Well, at least the boy wasn't planning on OD-ing on pills. That was a good thing. It made Richie consider leaving.

      Until the boy moved closer to the edge, almost swaying back in forth as he cried. It seemed like he was genuinely considering jumping but was too afraid of to.

      The green-haired demon just couldn't stand here anymore.

      He slowly moved closer, his footsteps devoid of any sound as he approached the emotional boy. Richie looked back down at the edge, sighing quietly under his breath.

      "Wow, we're really high up." The demon mused out loud to himself, looking around.

      The boy suddenly gasped, turning sharply on his heel almost to face Richie. The abrupt motion caused him to stumble, his foot slipping as he started to fall backward.

       In one swift motion, Richie lunged forward and grabbed the boy by his wrist, pulling him away from the edge. If he had a heart, it would've been pounding through his chest right now.