Death is never The End // Thomas Sharpe X Reader.

7: Revelation.

I couldn't walk at all. My legs had given up on me. I used the walls as support to drag myself to the room. I could hear Lucille screaming and Thomas screaming back at her. I was not sure how Thomas could see the ghosts. And how was he still alive after all these years.

All I knew is that he betrayed me, hid his true identity from me. And for what? What was he going to get out of this? This is some serious psychotic shit.
When I reached the door their words became clear. I peaked inside. There was something sinister about their murmuring.

"Are you just going to hide it from her?" She was standing extremely close to him.

"She doesn't need to know." He moved away from her.

"Don't you think she deserves the truth?"

"Oh please Lucille, what do you know about the truth? You lied to me about mother, said she didn't care....."

He went up to Lucille and placed his hands on her arms, "She did Lucille, she cared. She did odd jobs day and night to provide for us."

"I admit it, I lied but it was only because she would take you away from me."

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I couldn't let her do that. You were mine. I love you Thomas."

"This isn't love, your my sister Lucille." He pulled out her hands from his neck. She was his sister?

He continued, "This is some obsessive and inappropriate relation that had to come to an end. And Edith did that. I don't love you the way you want me to Lucille. I can't."

"You're not thinking straight." She dusted her clothes, a black smoke emerging from them. "We'll discuss this tonight."

"No! We won't. This discussion ends now. I don't love you Lucille."

"Then who do you love? That girl you fucked once? Or this whore that you've been helping since last month?"

"DON'T SAY A WORD ABOUT HER."

"So it is her.....Alright I'll just get rid of her then."

Lucille was approaching the door and I right outside. I couldn't move, I had lost all of my strength and truth be told, I was terrified of her.

"Don't you dare lay a hand on her!"

I think Thomas must have caught up to her. He pulled her back inside. But he shouldn't be able to touch ghosts. I can only do that because of my gift.

"You promised me Thomas. You promised it would be just us........You and me, always. Even as ghosts, our souls are connected. We'd be one."

"A ghost? That's not possible. I didn't.....I didn't see...." I stepped out of my hiding spot and stood at the door, leaning against the wall. I was shaken up. I couldn't believe this. I was hurting on the inside. External pain all forgotten. "I can see the beyond..... I see..... I always see." I fell to the floor.

"Aurora!" Thomas yelled coming up to me and held me in his arms.

I tugged at the scarf which was around his neck, pulling him close to me. "Tell me this is a lie....... Tell me you're not a ghost."

He cupped my cheek and looked deep into my bloodshot eyes. "It's true, my love. I am a ghost......"

I cried into his chest. Gripping his clothes tightly.

"....... And so are you."

"What?" I moved away from him, feeling sick as ever. I was agast at his revelation. I could feel my heart rate increasing, but I couldn't feel a pulse, I couldn't hear it. I could feel my rapid breath but I wasn't breathing.

"Some people, don't know they're dead." He tried to calm me down. But it was certainly not working.

I pushed myself off the ground to stand straight, Thomas helped me. I was dismayed and frightened. I felt a tingling sensation on my hands. Lifting them upto take a look at them, I saw my skin turn white. Like it was being covered in powder or chalk, atom by atom.

"They only see what they want to."

The lights in the room began turning on and off on their own. The temperature dropped, mirrors freezing. The snow outside froze like ice blocks.

I couldn't handle it. My body was changing. It was getting lighter, like I was floating through the air. I stumbled my way through the hallway and reached the mirror that I had taken a look at the first day.

"Are you sure you're okay? You look rather pale."

I looked at my reflection and it was my original color. "I'm alright. Thanks."

I didn't see it then. But I do now.

My face was white, my body was white, my clothes had turned white. I couldn't explain what I was feeling. I scratched my face. This has to be a trick. It's a prank. I couldn't be a ghost I'm not dead.... I-

Looking closer at my reflection in the mirror, I saw a plume of blood arising from my side.

I tore my dress from the side. My aggressiveness was due to the fear of knowing the truth.

FLASHBACK

"Oh my God, Aurora I didn't mean to, I was just threatening you. Oh no. Oh God no."

My brother laid me down on the bed, the knife still in me, as I felt the blood flowing out and onto the bedsheets. I was in tears, in pain. How did I end up in this situation......I was hurt by the fact that my brother had stabbed me.

But after a while I felt myself slipping into a trance.

"Its okay buddy, I think it just went by the side, I.......

".....I can't even feel it anymore."

FLASHBACK OVER

My fingers roamed over the wound as tears started to roll down my eyes.

I was dead.

All this while. Twenty years or more I lived, being dead. Thinking that I was doing a favor by getting rid of the ghosts when I was the ghost myself. I was the spirit that was still lurking the houses.

I walked backwards in terror till I could reach the railing.

I didn't know what exactly happened next but I heard Thomas yell at Lucille and I was falling off the first floor.

I had seen this earlier in my head, the fall.......

It was slow as ever and I saw the last month flash before my eyes.

"They only see what they want to."

The footprints in the snow weren't real. I just expected it to be that way. The eggs that I cooked.....there wasn't anything in the house. It would've been impossible to cook anything. But my mind saw it and I would even eat it..... if it wasn't for Thomas.

Thomas..... he didn't have a reaction to seeing me naked because I wasn't, to him. He was just trying to help me. It was why he asked me to take out the splinter myself.... Because there wasn't one. I hadn't paid much attention earlier but I'm sure I didn't see the water parting when I lowered myself into it. My fingers creasing was just another way of seeing something that wasn't truly there.

My ghost hit the clay and I realised that when I thought I was drowning earlier, it was actually the clay telling me it would happen. Because my dress wasn't stained. Various elements of the house told me the future. They were trying to help me.

Trying to tell me that this was not Thomas' story. His story has already been told. This was mine.