Cuts and Bruises

4.) Pretty lies, Ugly truth.

The second I had got Nathan out of the house, I run to my room, screaming and crying into my pillow.
Me and Brooklyn were supposed to be together!
Supposed to stay together!
Now she's not even in this realm!
She's on a different side, and I can't see her!

It's all my fucking fault, Everything is at this point!

Brooklyn's suicide? My fault.
Parents in debt? My fault.
Pedophile dad? My fault.
My fault.

Everything is my fault, no matter what someone says!

"oh, don't, I care for you!"
I can tell when they're lying to me.
"Because I love you!"

...Even if they're not lying.
I don't believe them.
I never have, never will.

They always say:
"I care about you, everyone does."
But they're just lying.

And I am fully aware of it.
I know it's all lies, to protect me.
But I'm 21.
I'm not 12 anymore.

I don't know more about the world.
I don't know any less.

My view on this world has been the complete same since I was 10.

Never trust anyone.
Falling in love will only ever get you hurt.
Nobody will ever understand you.

And most important of all?

Don't let anyone do anything to you without consent.
And if they do?

Kick the fucking shit out of them.
Easy enough, yeah?

No.

You'd freeze, if you had screamed, if you had said no?

They wouldn't care.

...That's off topic, huh?

I feel a presence lay down beside me.
A soft voice whispers into my ear.

"Don't think that way, dear."

Brooklyn.

"..."
Can humans touch ghosts?
..At all?

Actually, last time, a ghost helped me up, so..-

I suddenly feel arms wrap around me.
It's Brooklyn, I can tell.

She whispers to me.
"Don't cry, my love."

At the ghosts touch, I try to hold her..

It works, and my hand travels down her arm to her waist.
I gently hug into her.

I guess humans and ghosts can hug.
..Unless i'm completely delusional.

Doesn't matter.

All that matters?

I'm in her arms.

I wish it could be like this everyday.

Every.
Single.
Day.

"Do not trust Naomi Hayes."
She whispers.

I sit up.

"...What did you just say?"