Jasper

She opened her eyes to the screeching that was whistling through her ears, now dont be alarmed. This is common for Natalie, to hear a voice rushing through her head, telling her things she wanted to hear like how beautiful she was, or how she had pretty eyes it was the norm, even if he was a figment of her imagination he was real to her, a beautiful siren singing into her ears. She'd called him Jasper. The name reminded her of a haunted whisper, which fitted him perfectly. 'How are you?' He asked Natalie Politely.

"I'm fine." she rubbed her head, it was aching from the slant she had slept on last night.

'you don't sound fine'

He seemed concerned, was this why natalie was so madly in love with somone or something, that wasn't? He was polite? was that the reason, she wouldn't ask for help? He didn't question her insanity? Whatever the reason it didn't matter.

"seriously, Jasper I'm fine, how are you?" She asked, just juggling the conversation, as she slipped from her warm bed.

'The same as always, unable to do anything without you'

He sighed, Natalie jolted slightly, did she annoy him?

"I'm not a nusiance, am I?" She wondered, offended.

'No I just am un-real so I litterally cannot do anything without you.'

He said reassuringly.

Natalie nodded apeased.

She ambled her way over to her over-flowing wardrobe, that had clothing stuffed into every crevice possible of it, making it a nightmare everyday to find something to wear. She eyed the closet dubiously wondering how she could find a way in to get the clothes she wanted.

"I hate getting dressed, its just so time consuming." She huffed, seeing the dirty side in it suddenly regreting what she had said.

'i don't even have to worry about getting dressed, i'm imaginary'

He joked, Natalie giggled.

Instead of even bothering to try and look at the clothes she was trying to pick out, she threw her hand into the wardobe that was slightly opened, and grabbed what ever first came to hand like a lucky dip. she'd grabbed a black and pink dress, with tiny black lace frills over every edge of it, it was like a real gothic loita dress, she hadn't worn in god knows how long. She looked at it shrugged and began undressing and putting it on. When she was actually pulling the dresses gun-metal zipper up, did she realise she had just undressed infront of Jasper.

"OH I'M SORRY!" she bellowed, hands over eye embaressed.

"I promise I wasn't looking, I'm trying to be a gentleman to a lovely lady, such as yourself.'

"Right ok, sorry again."

Suddenly Natalies eyes went blank, all expression drained from her now dormant face. 'The little girl scanned, the room her crooked eyes, glowing. Her smile widening, her hands turning in and out, she was ready for the kill' The vision that had taken her, had abruptly come to an end, dropping Natalies fragile body to the floor, her fore-head drenched in sweat. Was the sweat from fear, or concentration? she wasn't sure.

'Natali----'

Jaspers voice cut off.

"AHHHHHHHHHH" Natalie screamed a blood curdling scream.

Her eyes wide open in shock, She was now in a perfect sitting position. Her hair was matted to her head, from all sweat that had dewed onto it, Her brows furrowed, was any of that even real? She wondered to herself, really questioning it. To make sure she tried to call his name out.

"Jasper?" She, Whispered not believing her own faith.

No answer.

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