Connected

Childhood

Rosetta managed to reach her house, her hair was now messy, untamed even. She frantically opened her bag making everything inside spill, her phone, loose change, hair ties, her wallet, everything. She bit her bottom lip, immediately squatting down and picking up the fallen objects from the floor and into the bag. Her hands were shaking again. She couldn't concentrate anymore.

That guy.

All she could remember was him, what he looked like, what happened in the museum. It was terrifying. He was there with her in the car too. "Ghosts don't exist..they don't exist.." She whispered to herself slowly. Breathing in and out, her anxiety building up. She managed to get her keys and she jammed it into the lock of her house, twisting and turning it around until she could hear the click of her door opening.

Rosetta finally managed to push open the door, she ran inside the house and took off her coat, tying her hair into a loose bun and she took a deep breath. Tapping her pen against the table to try and forget about what she saw. She hummed a tune to herself, closing her eyes and trying to remain calm.

Valentino was following her closely behind. He slipped inside the door, his eyes flickering around the detail of her house. Looking at the wallpaper. It was clean, neat. It had two rooms, a small kitchen and a fairly large living room. It was almost like living in a doll house.

He soon sat down at the far end of the sofa in the living room, he crossed his arms and looked down at the his shirt. He could see the tear where the bullet when through, the agony almost repeated itself when he remembered what happened that day

He died.

It was a weird thing to think about really. Maybe this all was a fragment of his imagination. His brain recalling memories from different times to almost make out the internal limo he's stuck in now. Either way, he was going to find justice. He opened his eyes slowly, glancing at Rosetta, his eyes widened when she noticed she looked back at him.

Can she see him?

He just took deep but soft breaths, he gently placed his hand over his heart, trying to calm himself down. He had nothing to loose now. Rosetta couldn't see Valentino but it was almost as if she pictured someone to be sitting there. Her mouth opened slowly and her eyes were narrowed. She left out a soft whimper, covering her mouth with her hand and she cried again silently.

It was so tiring to watch.

You could see how tired she really was, how her mental health wasn't as it used to be. "P-please..l-leave me..i-i didn't want to..s-shoot you.." She whispered, "O-oh s-shit i'm really turning insane.." She added on. Valentino raised his eyebrows, he tilted his head at her confession and he unfolded his arms. "You're not insane." He muttered, his green eyes were dull by now, motionless.

Rosetta's eyes widened when she heard small fragments of the statement. 'Insane' came first. 'You're' came second, followed by 'Not' it made her head hurt, the ringing in her ears didn't stop either. She was stuck.

Rosetta stood up, wiping off her eyes as she walked to the bathroom, she clutched hold of the sides of the sink and just watched herself in the mirror. She took a wet towel, dragging it across her dirty face and she wiped her make up off. She remembered who the guy was, the one with the keys. He looked the same age as her, but he also looked familiar.

Like he was someone from her childhood.

It didn't matter now, she killed him already.

Valentino needed the answers, he didn't care how long it would take him for him to reach the point of certainty about what was happening. In the mean time, he had to keep her safe. He waited patiently on the sofa, placing a leg over the other and he could hear the taps running. He took no mind of it until he heard pill bottles opening.

Numerous ones.

Valentino's eyes widened and he immediately stood up, running into the bathroom. "Rosetta!" He yelled, making her drop the bottle, she could see the figure of the man she shot. His soft black hair was now messy and tangled, the hole where the bullet went through was visible.

"Y-you're meant to be dead.." She whispered, her exhaustion meant that no tears could form. "H-how?!" She raised her voice, stepping back.

She had no where to run.

Her guilt was catching up to her.

She could see him.

Now what?