Felicia’s origin: “Marcia Blythe’s dear love”

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There once was a little girl by the name of Felicia Michaels, who had the ability to see the paranormal.

At first, it was alright enough, for she only saw ghosts passing by in her house, but then, she started seeing a gray, hulking demon, who told her everyday that she would one day lose everything she cared about, that it happened to everyone, just as it happened to him, and that nothing good would last forever. He told it in such a way that it felt like she’d die any day, any second, that doom would come swiftly for her and so, Felicia warned her parents of this troubling demon, but they did not believe her, as they always did when she talked of the paranormal.

She kept trying to tell them and even tried showing them the demon, but he would disappear before they could see him. Felicia hoped that maybe, they would be able to help her, as her parents had helped her with other things before, but they could not help her with this and so, one night, she awoke to the sound of thrashing and slashing, then got up from bed to try and look for the noise, barely holding back a scream when she found her parents’ slain, bleeding bodies on their bed, the demon standing next to the bed with blood-tipped claws.

Felicia then called the police about her dead parents and then tried to tell them what happened, but again, they did not believe her and instead sent Felicia off to an orphanage, telling her that everything would be okay and that she would get adopted.

The years went on, nobody wanted to take in a girl who spoke of demons killing parents and ghosts in the walls. In fact, some of the other girls at the orphanage believed that Felicia had killed her parents, even though she was too young and too kind to have done so. They thought that she was a strange and creepy little girl for what she talked about, but not Tiana.

Tiana was a little ghost girl who visited Felicia, who played with her, who talked to her. She never told Felicia how she died, but she was content to be Felicia’s friend and only wanted the best for her, so when Felicia would lament about her loneliness and how she wanted things to be better, Tiana would tell her to run away, to start a new life.

Felicia kept holding out on the idea that she would be adopted, that there would be people out there who loved her and that she could forget about the terrible things that happened in her life, but nobody ever came and she grew restless. When she was fourteen years old, she opened the window at night and ran away. Her room was on the first floor, so she had easier access to the outside easier, without having to jump from such high stories and remarkably, nobody stopped her. Either nobody was awake, nobody noticed, or nobody cared, but she was grateful to be outside, to be free of the orphanage.

Felicia sometimes saw ghosts here and there, the ground she slept up was hard and uncomfortable, and the food she ate from leftovers at diners didn’t always taste good, but anything was better than waiting with uncertainty at the orphanage and having no one believe her, even if the world saw her as a scavenging, dirty rat.

Until one day, when she was an adult, she happened upon a building that proclaimed to be “The otherside seekers”, a place with purple walls and old-fashioned drawings of the solar system, a place that seemed to glitter if Felicia squinted hard enough and when she read the chalkboard propped up outside and learned that it was a place where people went for help when there was a haunting and that they were hiring, Felicia walked inside, trying to rub the dirt off her face as much as she could and told the people working there that she could see the paranormal, that she wanted to work there, that she had nothing left, her whole life story, so that they could take her in and she could clean herself up, vaguely worried that she came off as too desperate, but not caring that much. When she felt like she was going to break into pieces at any second for most of her life, she started to seldom care about “proper etiquette and decency”, and only about fixing everything.

Luckily for Felicia, they pitied her and felt that there was something “special” about her, something that told them that she wasn’t lying, that she wasn’t creative enough to make up such a story.

And so, from then on, Felicia cut her long, brown hair until it was a spiky pixie cut, then dying it magenta with blue streaks, vowing to start anew, to help those that may have suffered from a haunting, glad to have a stable pay, but more so hoping that she could save other people when she couldn’t save her parents.

Hopefully other people would listen to her and she wouldn’t have more guilt lumped up in her throat, tucked away into the farthest corner, so that she would not break into tears.

After all, Felicia had a blurred, distant memory of crying when her parents died and did it change anything? No, it did not. Moving forward did. Wasn’t it so funny, though? How Felicia was alive, but still felt the past following her every move, haunting her in the shadows?

Maybe, with her new life, she wouldn’t have to live like a ghost anymore and she could finally move on, just like Tiana would have wanted for her. Who knew, maybe she could help Tiana pass on one day and end the demon that ruined her life, that showed up out of the blue, with no rhyme or reason.

But for the moment, she could only help other humans and make sure that their eyes weren’t too clouded up in dust for them to see the danger that was crouched over, waiting for them to turn away so that it could pounce up and bring about its doom.

Felicia Michaels would finally, for the first time, be doing something right.