Deranged • Ghost N.H. au

Six

I dragged my tired body off the couch and slowly stood up, running a hand through my hair. It was greesy and filthy, I couldn't remember the last time I showered. When I walked into the kitchen, I picked up my phone and unlocked it only to find two missed calls from Ethan. I called him back immediately, hoping he'd pick up. Maybe he could take my mind off things. After the seventh ring, he answered the phone.

"Riley! Hey! How are you doing?" He was rushing his words, maybe he was in a hurry, who knows.

"Hi.. I'm sorry I didn't call, I was.. Busy." I answered him while fiddling with the hem of my shirt, leaning against the counter.

"Oh that's fine, I was just wondering if you'd like to hang out tonight? We could order some food and watch a movie or something?"

I was silent for a few seconds, did I want him in my house? What if weird things started to happen again? What if this so called 'ghost' targeted Ethan? But maybe it'll make me feel better to not be alone, to have someone to talk to. I felt pretty lonely since I got here and Ethan is really the only person my age I met.

Of course he's the only one you met, you never leave your house.

"Yeah, that'd be nice. How about seven?" I smiled even though he couldn't see me.

"Awesome, I'll be there at seven! Bye, Riley." He really spoke like he was trying to catch a bus.

"Bye, Ethan." I answered before we both hung up.

I checked the time on my phone, seeing it was almost 2 pm, I still had the whole day to clean up the mess in my living room and kitchen. I'd take a shower when I was done.

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I was washing my hair with a coconut shampoo, I remember my mom bought it for me just before she died. She was always complaining how my hair never smelled like anything. It just smelled like hair. According to her, a girl's hair should always smell like some type of fruit or a flower. So, she bought this for me. It was a large bottle and I had been using it for a while now, I was still only halfway through it.

I liked it, it always reminded me of my mother and her girly side. She was much more girly than me, always wearing dresses and heels. She went to the hair dresser at least twice a week. She absolutely loved to look beautiful while I prefered playing in the mud as a child. My father was always a big fan of my boyish side, He loved the fact that he could wrestle and play basketball with me without me crying because I broke a nail.

Sometimes I wonder if they're still here, watching me, looking out for me. Maybe they're in heaven, looking down on me. I never really knew what to think or believe, I always thought that when you died, you just died. There was nothing left. But when my parents died, my opinion changed because I wasn't ready to let go of them completely. I like to think that they are still out there somewhere, watching over me.

I washed the shampoo out of my hair, and turned off the shower before stepping out from behind the curtain, wrapping a towel around myself.

I blow dried my hair and applied a little mascara, I didn't feel like dressing up too much. It was a casual date, in my opinion.

Wait, did I just say date..?

Was this a date? I did like Ethan a lot. He was nice, polite and utterly gorgeous. Maybe I did start to develop feelings for him after all. I hadn't had a lot of boyfriends, they just never seemed to understand me. I always had other interests than the popular people, they liked to go out and get drunk. I liked to read and watch my favorite shows at home, under a warm blanket with my cup of tea. hell, I was still a virgin.