Abyssal ✓ (GxG)

Abyssal

Delilah McCormick. Time of death 2:34 AM. 

    Fuck.

    I hadn’t intended to die… Well, not at least until I was in my elderly years. 

     But this? It fucking sucks, man. I'm only 22!

     Correction; was only 22.

    Dammit.

     If there really is some sort of ‘all-powerful’ deity out there calling the shots, I'd wanna ask them why the fuck they decided to take me now of all times. Then, I'd probably flip the bird at them right after.

    I had so much more I could do with my life, but now… 

     Now that part’s wasted.

     I was a straight-A student… Well, for the most part. (I had a B- in Trigonometry in highschool.)

     I was on track with my classes. I was going to graduate college in a few weeks.

     But everything changed in one night. Everything went to complete and utter hell just by walking on the hill between the highway and sea.

     I was with my girlfriend, Maggie. 

    We had met in freshman year of highschool. Best friends turned lovers it seems.

     Some assholes showed up—-drunk maybe? I don't know, everything went by too damn fast.

      They were laughing… Hollering. Just being general, over-all inconsiderate douchebags.

     These guys… They wore varsity jackets that were beaten up—-clearly from their teenage years, riding off the highs of back then because deep down they knew they peaked at fifteen.

    They spotted me and Maggie—-and me, being the overprotective girlfriend I was, kept her behind me. 

    Something, something… they'd have to go through me to get to her.

     I kept reassuring Maggie that everything would be just fine. That it would be okay. …That it would all work out in the end. But it didn't.

     They got pushy.

     Tugged me this way and that and soon enough, I went over the small fence near the road and down the hill. Cracked my head clean open before hitting the water.

     I was impaired. …And even if I was on the swim team in highschool, that was nothing compared to the head injury I sustained. 

    I drowned. I fucking drowned because of those damn frat-boys.

    Those idiots!

    The moment I went in the water, those cowards hightailed it out of there just to leave poor Maggie—-griefstruck and suffocating on her own tears—-having explain to the police what happened. 

    Of course, they didn't take it seriously. Just a casual “we'll look for them if we can… We have other cases too though”.

    Other cases.

    I was murdered and they have ‘other cases’?

    What other fucking cases?

    Mr. O’Malley’s stolen pickup truck? That's more fucking important than a young woman getting killed in cold blood?

    Of course… What the hell was I thinking?

    This is to be expected.

    Because after all, I'm just a bitch to them.

    I thought when my vision went black that would be the end of it. …but being out of my body and a spectator to everything that transpired afterwards was definitely not on my death bingo card.

    Ghosts were real.

    I was a ghost.

    Damn that's weird to think about.

     I was a ghost… A pissed off one at that.

    A vengeful spirit.

      I'm dead.

      They can't hurt me.

      I'm dead.

      I can get revenge on them—-

      I'm dead.

      …with no repercussions.

      I'm dead.

     There's no rules that apply to me.

     I'm dead.

     This is my afterlife and I get to spend it however fuck I want.

     They took me away from my Maggie.

      And now they're going to pay the price for it.

     I don't know how many days I waited, clothes dripping wet in the trees near the hill and highway, but the moment I saw their car, I couldn't think of anything else other than vengeance.

     I didn't even have to think about what I was doing. I just did it. It came naturally to me.

    Somewhere along the way, I wound up possessing the car itself… Made it go off the road and topple down the hill all while those fuckers screamed in fear.

    The moment the car sank into the water, I smirked.

    God, that feeling felt so damn good.

    After, I made my way into a darkened home where a familiar saddened figure resided. Maggie.

     My gaze drifted towards the window and I fogged it up before scribbling a message.

     I threw one of her books to get her attention.

     It was all worth it though to see the soft smile on her face when she read my message on the foggy window: Hello, Mags… I'm here… And I'm never leaving.