//Haunt//

Chapter 1

I never, in a million years, pictured myself here. I lay on the picture perfect green grass of my old high school, my eyes as red as blood, my beautiful white dress torn and stained. The heel of my white high-heel is broken in two, and my mascara is not just running, but sprinting down my face with each fresh tear.

I couldn't believe Matty would do this to me. All those years of being told I was his one and only. All those years of memories that will stay with me until I die. All those years of us. Thrown away on the day that all girls look forward to from a young age. That's right, all my precious memories thrown away on my wedding day, the supposedly "best day of my life".

I was supposed to be Mrs Matthew Healy by now. I was supposed to be slow dancing to one of my husband's most loved songs, "Robbers". I was supposed to be starring into the beautiful eyes of Matt Healy, my husband. But was I doing any of these things? No. Of course not.

I gather my thoughts and pick myself up off the floor, urging myself to slow my breathing down to a normal pace. The last thing I need right now is a panic attack. I take off my shoes and carry them as I wander around the empty courtyard of the high school I had become so familiar with over the 4 years I was there. Sniffling as I go, I walk to the first locker I had. Number 998. What a significant number.

I see another student has inhibited it. I continue my lonely tour around my former high school, reminiscing the good and bad memories I left here. The times sitting with Tia, Mel and Taylah in year 9 English class. I chuckle to myself as I realise that we're still all good friends... well, all except one. After a moment of unforeseen happiness, I go back to my distort state, remembering my amazing group of friends that had put up with me for 4 years. It had only been a few hours ago that they had attended my wedding as my beautiful bridesmaids, each wearing a gorgeous aqua, long, silk dress. How I wish they were with me now.

I keep walking, going up and down stair cases and past old class rooms. I end up where I started: the grass patch just to the side of the front office. This is where some of my most fond memories took place. All those times, sitting around with my friends, doing last minute homework and assignments. It seems like a life time ago now.

I lay down again, the side of my face being pricked by the freshly mown grass. I don't care about my shoes or dress or anything right now. I throw my shoes into the garden and continue crying.

I don't know how long I've been there until someone puts a hand on the middle of my back, and grabs my upper arm gently. I look up and see the face of George Daniel, a member of Matty's band, The 1975. The drummer and back up vocalist.

I stand up with his assistance.
"I'm so sorry Jess," he says, pulling me into a tight hug. I hug him back slightly reluctantly. I didn't want to get mascara and lipstick all over his suit. By the looks of it he'd just come from the ceremony, even though it had taken place hours ago, and the moon was now high in the sky.

I don't speak, but as a reply I cry harder into his chest. He pulls me closer and rests his head side wards on top of mine. I tighten my grip on him, desperate for some kind of warmth that will make me feel the slightest bit better. I find nothing.

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A/N:
//Hey so this chapter is set in the current time, but the rest of the book (unless specified) will be in the past. Thanks :) I hope you're enjoying the book so far, don't forget to vote, comment, fan and follow :)
-Jess//