This is a small piece about one of my characters from my young adult book. This gives a little bit about his life and what he can do.

I hope you like it and any comments no matter how hash are appreciated, pretty please

Will

We turned the corner and took off down the long road to the next soul that would likely be waiting for me. We blared the sirens as we neared the busiest road, the cars parted like the red sea and we passed on. When Matt pulled up at the curb I jumped out with my kit and headed over to a slumped figure in a graffiti covered doorway.
 
She was mostly clothes, her bottle blonde hair was greasy and flattened to her head. Her skin was sallow and her arms were covered in marks. She was just a kid; another waste of life OD. I knelt down in front of her and pulled her hair away from her face. Her eyes looked up at me as I raised her head with my hands. She wasn’t in there, there was no light. I checked her neck for a sign of a pulse only to find nothing. Matt attempted CPR , but I knew it was no use. The girl that had been in that body was gone. I knew this because she was standing not even a foot away from me, looking on at the scene.

I could see her, no mist surrounding her, no ghostly transparency. She appeared just the same as she was when she was alive. She leaned against a wall casually with a cigarette in hand, she pulled her coat together and zipped it up. She looked on at Matt trying desperately to resuscitate her, she didn’t seem to care about what was happening to her body. She met my gaze as she breathed out a large cloud of smoke in my direction.

“Tell your buddy not to bother,” she said as she saw him pull out various medication to try and jumpstart her heart again. I stared at her as I checked for a pulse again, nothing. She crossed her free arm over her chest, sat on the ground, and watched Matt pounding her chest with all his strength. She took another puff and sighed as she exhaled.

I turned to Matt, put my hand on his shoulder and said “Matt, It’s been twenty minutes. We should call it.” When I said this I looked over to see her shrugging her shoulders at her body.

“good riddance” She said as we packed everything up and put her body onto a stretcher. She followed her body inside as I shut over the ambulance doors and turned back to Matt. He didn’t take stuff like this well, for me it was my life.

“Dammit,” he said as she slammed his fist into the side of the van. He looked at me with sympathy, having no idea that he had a mini reaper riding shotgun with him.