Late Nights.

Ch.16 ~ Mistakes.

When people talk about mistakes they talk about something they regret, that's what a mistake is isn't it? Usually it's something as small as 'I wish I hadn't made the mistake of buying that t-shirt' or 'man, I could've gone to another school, what a mistake.' For me, my mistakes are much greater. Things such as 'I wish I didn't kill myself' or 'why'd I go out with Tate, the guy that raped my mom and ruined my life?' My mistakes were life changing, life ending.

I sit and think of these things as my insomnia eats away at my insides, despite my sleeping angel beside me I just couldn't seem to find comfort tonight. The moon was full and glowing brightly in the sky, it kept me calm but made my skin itch. The thought of once being able to bathe in that glorious moonlight outside of here made my insides ache and bones grow cold. I hated myself for all of the events that brought me here, my stupid actions, my stupid antics. A silent tear slipped down my cheek before a bucket lode escaped from behind my eyes. Post - death depression had never hit me so hard and I had no idea why it was doing so right now.

"Babe? Why are you crying?"  I sniffled and attempted to disguise my tears from him. "Violet? What's wrong? Tell me please." I curled into his side as he wiped the sleep from his eyes.
"Can you just hold me please?" He wrapped his warm arms around me as I leaned into his side in the dead of night just knowing that it would be breaking daylight before I would even begin to desire sleep.

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"So your teacher marked you down because of the character you chose?"
"Yes, it's pathetic, my damn essay was great."
I currently sat alongside Brandon at his study desk as he complained over his English teacher that didn't happen to be his dad.
"Wait, what does your dad teach?"
"Well it isn't English." He groaned as his forehead hit the desk top.
"Oh really?" I asked sarcastically. "Don't worry babe, the years almost over anyway." I comforted as I rubbed his back. I only received a groan in response.
"When's your birthday Violet?" He asked randomly.
"November 14th, why?" He shrugged as he remained face first in the desk.
"Just curious, it's next week then?" I nodded in response then realised he couldn't see me.
"Yup, I would've been 18 I think, not that it matters anyway." We both remained silent after my depressing comment.
"Is that why you've been depressed lately?" Brandon asked as he sat up to face me. I feigned a shock - horror look.
"How dare you call me depressed! I'm most definitely not depressed." I rolled my eyes and turned in the opposite direction. He wrapped both of his strong arms around me from behind and snuggled closely into my back.
"Oh come on, you were crying like a madman last night, of course you're depressed." I sighed heavily.
"That's because I am a madman but you love me anyway." I chuckled.
"I do," he said in and oddly serious tone compared to the rest of our conversation, "and I want you to know that okay? I love you with all my heart." I scoffed.
"Thanks softy, now pull yourself together, your mothers home and I don't think she wants you to be so touchy feely with your dead girlfriend that lives in your room."
"Our room." He winked towards me as he rose to greet his mother downstairs. "You coming?" I shrugged.
"I'll be there in a minute." He left in a steady walk as I steadily practiced my breathing. 'Come on Vi,' I whispered to myself, 'let's bring all you've got.'

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"So be nice okay? Tracy and Jim are bringing their daughter too, she's around you're age and doesn't know many people around the area so I want you to help her feel welcome okay Brad?" He rolled his eyes at his mother as I stood unnoticed in the doorway.
"Whatever Mom, can -" he was cut of by his surprised mother taking notice of the invisible girl.
"Violet! Oh darling I didn't see you there, how've you been?" She questioned as she went back to preparing an exquisite meal for her guests arriving later.
"Pretty dead actually." Brandon's eyes shot straight towards mine in a panic at the words that had slipped form my mouth.
"Dead to the world? Been that kind of week huh?" She questioned nonchalantly.
"Nope, I'm genuinely dead. Your sons girlfriend, aka me, is a ghost that died in your house alongside her family about a year or two ago now." I smiled innocently towards her as she looked at me as if I were crazy and Brandon seemed to be slightly hyperventilating.
"Your girlfriends nuts Brad, you should watch what she says." She said as she turned the conversation towards Brandon.
"I'm not nuts, not anymore, I'm serious, why did you think the damn house was so cheap? Haunted, duh." She scoffed as my words seemed to be going in one ear and out the other. "I'd also recommend you to get out of here, the people here are out to get you and I'm sure they'll be coming for you somewhat soon." Brandon looked at me as if he were begging me to stop.
"We can't leave, we've only just settled in." She laughed my comments off.
"See Vi, we can't leave." Brad stated over obviously.
"If your lives are at stake then you will, and trust me I don't want to have to say goodbye but the last thing I want is for your family to end up like mine did. You shouldn't have to share the same fate as the rest of us." And with that I left, dreading the earful I'd receive after Brandon received his.