" Cigarette Daydream...
You were only 17, so sweet with a mean streak
Nearly brought me to my knees"
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In which
A goofy ghost boy tries
to
cheer up his sad ghost girl
.• TW- mature themes, gore, self-harm, mental...
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"Sweet little baby in a a world full of pain."
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May 16th, 1998 The weather had started to shift into a warmer climate, sweaters were starting to be replaced by tank-tops and jeans with shorts. Wally Clark saw this as a perfect opportunity to break-in the school's pool— so here he was, shades adorning his sun-kissed face and his shirt– nowhere to be seen. As he entered the aquatic center, he was hit with the overwhelming scent of fresh chlorine. He sat down his towel on a nearby bleacher before heading toward the storage closet to grab a float, only making it halfway there when he heard— what seemed to be crying? He stopped dead in his tracks, surveying the seemingly-empty aquatic center.
" Hello... someone there?"
He pulled down his shades, scanning for any signs of "life". The room stilled, the only thing audible was the sound of his undead heart beating in his ear.
He brushed it off before continuing to the swimming closet, and that's when he noticed her— tucked away underneath the bleachers.
He would have missed her— if it weren't for the sight of her fiery red hair. Wally slowly made his way over to her, checking if she was okay— because what was he actually going to do he was dead after all...
He took in the sight of her as he grew closer, her recently mentioned hair soaking wet— along with the rest of her, the smell of chlorine clinging to her fetal-positioned body, and not to forget the hyperventilating-cries emitting from her.
"Ar...Are you okay?" He said in more of a whisper, as he towered over her, close enough to feel the body heat radiating off of her.
Now, Wally wasn't expecting much of an answer from the girl— since y'know...He's dead and all that. But, instead of being ignored as per usual, the girl's head darted in his direction— her eyes filled with tears and her face full of distress.
Wally's eyes widened for a split second his heart dropping as realization hit him— there was only one reason she could see him. " I'm coming closer, is ...is that okay?" he asked, cautiously bending down to her level.
She stared at him for a moment before giving him a quick nod, allowing the boy to envelop her in a hug, her continuing to sob. Wally knew what it was like to feel entirely lost after... a tragedy like this. He allowed the girl to cry into his shoulder— not caring about her wet state.
