Lost all hope

Bloody hell

After History class, nothing really mattered to me. All that captivated my mind was the ghost. His face was as if imprinted in my mind and I kept convincing myself that I wasn't afraid but even though I didnt admit it, I knew that I still was. I was afraid of a painful death.

At break time, as usual, I was pushed around at least twice by some people laughing at me as I dropped my books on the floor but today, even the slightest feeling of hurt didnt cross my mind but I only picked up my books and went near a tree in the middle of the school garden where a bench was kept underneath it. A junior sat there alone, reading a book and without paying any attention, I left my books on the bench and climbed up the tree to the nearest and thickest branch, sitting there. At first I stared down, at the corners, in the centre and even between groups of people, searching for the ghost but once I realized that it wasn't there, I closed my eyes, my earphones in. 

Half an hour or so passed when I felt the branch slightly move and as I opened my eyes, Alexis sat there. I narrowed my eyes at her and I had to immediately suppress the strong urge to push her and let her fall on the ground. Her eyes showed guilt and sadness but I just turned my head away. She came closer and took off my earphones, holding my arm in her tight grip. I glared at her but kept my mouth quiet. She was a deciever and I knew it. 

"Skyler...Please just forgive me." 

I snorted with a sarcastic smile plastered to my face, looking into her eyes for a second but then turning my gaze to the school gate. She pressed my arm to get my attention and raised her voice slightly.

"Skyler people make mistakes. Learn to forgive them." 

This time I glared at her and screamed at her, pain and anger evident in my voice, "That was not a forgivable mistake you skank! And dont even bother explaining because I dont want to hear any of that bullshit of yours." I paused for awhile and with a sarcastic laugh, I added, "You come near me again and I swear that you will regret it." 

Fortunately, the bell rang and I climbed off of the tree but instead of going to my next class, I walked home.

Everything inside of me was crashing inside but I kept urging myself to stay strong, that I dont even deserve crying for her. I went home which was, as expected, empty. I opened the front door with the spare key and went upstairs inside of my room. I turned on the lights and noticed blood drops on the floor next to my bedroom and some still dripping. I frowned and slowly walked up towards my bed and lifted up the quilt and gasped in horror. There, lay a hand, covered with blood, battered and bruised. I stared at it horrified. My thoughts were a jumble of confusion. I didn't know what the worst could happen and why. Questions arose in my mind and my emotions felt unstable. 

I looked closer to the hand and if there are any rings or anything that could assure me that it wasn't any of my family member's but it was a matter of fact just a hand, I would never be able to tell anyway. I pictured my family and terror struck inside of me. I would never be able to see my family in pain. 

My hands started shivering and then I felt a husky and a laugh which seemed from a distance yet close behind me. I turned and I saw the ghost staring, I was taller than him so it's head was raised in order to look at me in my eyes with a smirk on his face. 

Bloody hell.