Romeo, Oh, Romeo

Chapter Three

I turned and stormed up the hill, back toward the house. He has no right to be here! I crawled back inside my window and plopped onto my bed, exhausted. I felt slightly bad for ditching him. I shouldn't care, I know nothing about his past, and for all I know, he could be an ax murder! I opened my 600 page book called Tripping Over Stars, and a knock on the door startled me. I hid my book under my pillow. "Violet?" It was Bastille. I acted like I just woke up and checked my phone. "It's three a.m, Bastille." She walked in quietly, and asked if she could sleep with me. I allowed it, and she crawled under the covers. We both quickly fell asleep. 

   Quinn walked inside, waking us both up. We ate breakfast as Quinn announced that she was working nights again. "Okay, mom. Please get us something to eat on your way home." Bastille said as she kissed her and I on the forehead and left. The day went on like normal, no sign of Kit, until I went into my room again. I was enjoying the gory details of my story when his voice whispered into my ear, "Hello, Violet." He was sitting on the edge of my bed and I didn't even look up. "Hi, Kit." When I did look up, I did notice traces of sadness in his eyes from the night before. "I'm sorry I scared you." He said, his eyes gazing into mine. "I'm sorry for leaving you." I admitted, setting my book aside. "I forgive you." Kit smiled his goofy smile, and I just smiled back. "Ditto, Mr. Kit." My depression has mostly taken over me, and I was mostly tired. The day went on, us talking and playing cards, I read him some quotes from my book as he laid on my bedroom floor. I enjoyed his company, but still ahd so many questions for him. "Do you remember dying?" I asked, biting my lip. "Nope." I felt like he wasn't telling me the whole truth, but I pushed it away. I got my answer. Bastille came in and Kit disappeared. Bastille invited me to join her to the park, but I told her I was too tired to go. Once she left, upset, Kit appeared back. "You didn't eat lunch," he commented, obviously worried. "So?" I wasn't worried, I skipped meals all the time. 

     "You should eat." Kit added, rolling the edge of the blanket over his fingers. "Why do you care?" I hissed, annoyed. "Because, Violet. You need to eat." I was always hungry. Claws of pain always gouged at my stomach, but I always pushed away the pain. Depression took over. "Please go, Kit." I asked. He glanced at me sadly and disappeared. I felt a little better now that he left. He was starting to grow on me...is that what ghosts do? What was he planning? 

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Bastille was watching T.V. downstairs as I crept into the bathroom. She fell asleep. Depression creeped over me, like it always does. I felt terrible, like I couldn't do anything. I closed the door behind me and walked to the mirror. You're useless, a voice hissed inside my head. I took out the razor that I hid in my makeup bag (which I didn't even use, except for occasions,) and held it to my wrist. I hesitated. Do I want to do this? I told myself yes and cut cleanly across my wrist. The pain was bearable and numb to me. I was used to it. I did it several more times and watched the blood drip into the sink. I continued until the bathroom door opened. Please don't let it be Bastille! It wasn't Bastille. It was Kit. "What are you doing here?" I asked, feeling embarrassed as he watched blood drip into the sink. "Well, if you want to be alone, you should try locking the door." I watched, my cheeks hot with embarrassment, as he slowly closed the door. 

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      "Bastille... Bastille... wake up!" She was shaken awake by a strong force. "Go back to bed, Violet." She murmured, half awake. Bastille opened her eyes to see Kit's face an inch from hers. "Gah!" She coiled away. "What do you want?" Bastille asked, fixing her hair. "It's Violet, she..." He trailed away. "What's wrong? Is she okay?" Bastille sat up. "S-she's fine." Kit replied, sitting on his knees to face her. "I wanted to ask you something." "What is it?" Kit sighed. "Do you think... I don't know.. if I could just stay here awhile?" He asked. "Um, sure." Bastille tried to contain her excitement. He smiled. "Good." Bastille looked deep into his eyes. He was so handsome and unique, considering Kit was a ghost. "Well, i'm tired. Goodnight." Bastille laid back down again and fell asleep on the couch again. Kit waited until she fell asleep again and vanished up the stairs, into Violet's room.

   Of course she was awake, but she didn't take notice of Kit. "Violet." He said. She looked up. "I thought I told you to leave." Violet said, standing up now, in sweatpants and a some old band t- shirt. "But I- Please, don't ever cut again." Violet glared at him. "I can't promise that." "But pleas-"  "Go, Kit. I don't want to see you ever again!" Violet was serious now, her face red, her knuckles white. Kit looked at her, then vanished again. "Don't think about coming back."