𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 | gavin, boo bitch

ii. dead girl walking

XIOMARA BLINKED, all feelings of sobriety coming back to her as all of her senses came back in tact.

she groaned as she rubbed her head, having a major headache.

she stood up slowly, looking around only to discover that she was in the woods.

that was when her heart started beating faster, it felt as though it was popping out of her rib cage.

she quickly pulled out her phone and turned the flashlight on, screaming when she discovered a dead moose on its side and what appeared to be a girl underneath it, only her feet sticking out.

"hi?" xiomara spoke. it sounded dumb, as the girl was so obviously dead, but she felt obligated to at least make sure before leaving her there.

that was when she recognized the girl's shoes. they were the same as her mothers sparkly black heels that xiomara herself had stolen from her moms closet the previous night.

xiomara's breath hitched.

she then noticed the small 'g' tattoo on the girls ankle. the same messy letter that she had done a stick and poke on herself in eighth grade with gavin.

she suddenly felt as though she couldn't breath. as if she was being suffocated by something.

she called her mom, leaving her phone's flash light on.

"m-mom?" her voice broke.

"hi, mija. are you on your way back home?" her mother asked.

"y-yes."

"hello?"

"yeah, i'm on my way back home." the girl repeated once more.

"xiomara? are you there?"

"yes." xiomara practically shouted into her phone.

"i can't hear you. hello?"

"fuck," xiomara shook her head, hanging up.

what the fuck.

—

"IM RIGHT FUCKING HERE!" xiomara shouted at her mother, tears of frustration beginning to form in her eyes.

"she called me, but i don't know," her mom shrugged, talking to xiomara's father, "she wasn't saying anything."

"she probably just called by accident."

"what if something is wrong?"

"she's always out way later than this." her dad waved it off, "hell, she's stayed out for weeks at a time before."

mara's mom sighed, agreeing. although, she couldn't get that gut feeling that something was wrong to go away.

—

XIOMARA SPENT ALL OF SATURDAY NIGHT CRYING. when she woke up on sunday, she expected it to be all just a drunk, bad dream.

that wasn't the case.

she decided to go out of the house and to her local starbucks, however, when she told the person her order, they couldn't hear her either.

she was so done.

she googled ghosts, but ultimately came out with nothing.

everything google told her was different, and almost every piece of information contradicted itself. it was all bullshit.

she woke up on monday morning and decided to go to school anyway. maybe somebody at school would be able to see her or something?

she dressed in gray sweatpants and a black bralette; way out of dress code. but what was the point of dress code if not everybody (or anybody) could see her anyway?

"riley." she clapped her hands in front of riley's face as soon as she saw her.

riley didn't react at all.

"whatever then, damn." xiomara rolled her eyes as she walked away.

she walked into first period, practically throwing her backpack across the room.

"woah, you alright?" she heard a familiar voice. she ignored it at first, assuming that they couldn't possibly be talking to her. "xiomara?"

"hi," the girl immediately spun around on her heeels to face no other than gavin runes. she would be mad at him any other time, but she was just grateful. grateful that finally somebody saw her. "you can see me?"

"yes," gavin said slowly, his answer coming out as more of a question.

"how many fingers am i holding up?"

"three."

xiomara hugged him, which he awkwardly returned.

after a moment, she quickly pushed him off of her, scoffing. "oh, so now you want to talk to me?"

"i'm sorry? i was just asking if you're alright." he shrugged.

"yes, i am alright. in fact, i've been a hell of a lot better since you stopped talking to me. all you ever did anyway was treat me like crap, and then completely ghost me one day out of nowhere with no explanation." xiomara's voice rises every minute she kept talking.

"oh, right." gavin sighed, "there's more to it than that, and you know it."

"no, i don't know it."

"um," gavin noticed that other students began to stare at him strangely, "can we talk about this another time?"

"no. what's wrong with right now? if i wait for another time, you'll probably just ghost me again, because that's what you're best at."

"i'm really sorry, but i promise we'll talk about it later, okay?"

"whatever, i don't even care anymore."