The Ghost Of You

IV

"There are no strangers here; only friends you haven't met yet."
-William Butler Yeats

This is such a longing task.

I do not like long, undeserving tasks.

To my exhaustion, I need a break from all of this.

I sat down on the floor with the paper in my hands, thinking about who wrote it. The handwriting looked really feminine, the paper also looks very new, but also ruined on the bottom. If it had a feminine touch to it, it could've been Serena or Quill, the only ever girls to walk into my room.

I shot up from where I sat and walked into Quill's room. Her room walls were a dark blue and plastered with posters of boy bands and of her friends in a weird shape of a heart. How girly.

I looked through all of her drawers, only finding clothes and other materials I shouldn't have found. (underwear *cough* thongs *cough*) I shuddered at the sight of it and continued my search. I looked through her cabinets, desktops and even under her bed, finding absolutely nothing.

Some weird memory did pop up though. Once I touched her bed, I saw Quill laying on her bed with another guy. It looked like I was looking through a crack on her door.

Oh! I remember this! It was a year ago, with me home alone with Quint. She recently got a boyfriend, I think his name was Ryan or Ryden. I heard something strange in her room, so I decided to peak inside what was happening. Quill was laying on Ryan/Ryder's arm and looked like she was sleeping. The guy kept looking at her like with these soft eyes, but did something kind of weird at a young age.

He began to pull his arm out without waking her up and began to stand above Quill, barely touching her. Ryan/Ryder hesitantly moved his head down to her neck, beginning to kiss her neck. Then, he made a trail of kisses until he reached her lips. Right as he bowed his down for a kiss...

Quill fucking burped.

It must've been bad because he started coughing and gagging. During that, I was laughing my ass off, or supposedly was as I made stifled laughter, not wanting to get caught. Ryan/Ryder must've heard me cause' he looked towards my direction. I hurriedly ran out to my room and closed the door so they weren't able to hear me completely laughing my ass off.

Then the memory flashed off. I chuckled a laugh, but took another realization; I won't be physically there for Quill or my graduation. I won't be able to go to college and be free from my parents. I won't be able to, hopefully, stay with Serena most of my life. I sighed at that and looked down. All of these unabilities made me extremely...down. I highly doubt I'll be able to make memories ever again. I regret dying, even if I didn't choose to die.

I want to live again. I have to live again! There was no point of me for dying! I had an amazing family, the best girlfriend ever and the most supportive friends in the world. I had good grades and I wasn't much of a troublemaker! What did I do to deserve this kind of punishment? Even if I am dead, why couldn't I be heaven or hell? Like seriously, what did I ever do to deserve this?

Then everything, went black.

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I heard a low muffled voice shout to me,"Dude, wake up!"

I slowly rose up, my vision blurred from knocking out. I looked all around, seeing I'm in my room again instead of Quill's. I kept feeling a slap against my cheek, not really phased by it. My vision slowly cleared, finding someone I've never seen before slap my face.

Wait, he or she was able to touch me?

I rubbed my eyes and stared at the being right in front of me. I saw a tall man entirely dressed in black. His face was plastered with an expressionless white mask with black sockets and painted swirls on the sides of the mask. His hands were shoved into his pockets and had his face facing towards me.