The Girl

All Who Remain

"What happened?!" My mom yelled. She glanced back and forth between Stephanie and I, looking at the expressions on our faces. I got scared. So I ran. I pushed past them, and ran out the kitchen door. I kept going after that. I can't remember how long I ran for, but when I finally got out of breath, I had lost sight of the house, and anything human made, for that matter.
I was in the forest. Alone. At night. I hope Slenderman gets me, I thought. Then maybe I'd see her again. I kept walking forward, because I recognized this part of the forest. This was the part of the forest where she and I had- nevermind. The memory's too painful for me. Sorry. Let me try that again. This was the part of the forest where Mourning Star and I had built a tree house. And in that tree house, we kissed. It felt really weird, but also really good. We had kissed because she was having an emotional breakdown over something. It was the only way she'd calm down, at least, that's what I thought at the time.
I climb into the tree house. It looks barer than it did the last time I visited. It also looks a lot creepier. I guess that's, in part, due to the fact that it's night, and it's been a couple years since we, er, I, last came here. "Mark?" I hear someone, is that her?, say. "Mourning Star, is that you?"
"It's me, but I'm a ghost."
"Wha-what? How are you a ghost? Why did you kill yourself? Why wouldn't you talk to me today?" At this point, I was in hysterics. "I have fallen in love with you. I love you," I sobbed. "I know," she replied. "But I didn't think the world needed me anymore. Everyone only gets pleasure from my pain, and my sorrow. They take advantage of my sensitivity."
"No," I whispered. "Not everyone was like that. Not me! What about me? You've left me here alone. Every time I close my eyes, I see you," I said, quoting a song she sang to me once, while talking me out of suicide. "There's nothing in this world that I'll love as much as you, and you've left me alone."
"I know," she meekly replied. "And I'm sorry." She slowly began dissolving. "I love you," I sobbed. "I love you too," she whispered as she disappeared into thin air. Eventually, I fell asleep in that tree house, and when I woke up, it was morning, and I was alone. I initially thought that her ghost appearing was just a dream, or I had just imagined it, but I saw something that changed my mind. It was a handprint in paint on the wall of the tree house. It was hers. And that made me cry again, thinking about seeing her once more hurt me more than the news that she had died. As the Doctor once said, "It's not the day you lose the person that hurts, no. At least you have something to do! What hurts more is everyday after that, when you remember the person." At least, it was something like that, I'm not completely sure how it goes. And now I'm crying again, because Mourning Star was the one to introduce me to Doctor Who. I finally decide to go home, and face my moms. I just hope they're not panicking or anything.