Ghost

Chapter 11

Mel had fallen unconscious after a few moments, she was in so much pain she couldn't even protest to her sister's decision. Her very broken hand was swollen and purple and looked like the most painful thing in the universe. As Claire had explained, the human hand had 28 bones. And Adalyn had broken 22.

We could hear from the living room, where we had once again gathered, the sounds of crashing. Which was orchestrated with cries of pain and Adalyn's spine chilling giggles. Reading like this, you would probably be angry or annoyed about how little we did to stop what was happening. To be honest, it would be incredibly difficult to understand it if you weren't there. But, even though she didn't say it, there was no doubt in our minds that if we attempted to stop what was happening or did anything to purposely put ourselves in danger on Celia's behalf she would never ever forgive us. Or maybe it was just us using those thoughts as a way to hide our cowardice. Possibly both.

Either way, Mel definitely needed imminent medical help. Which, considering the situation, wasn't particularly accessible. Instead we had Claire, who had a surplus of medical information lodged in her brain. With her tortoise shell glasses, loose dark ponytail and knowledge of pretty much everything, Claire would have been the biggest stereotypical bookworm in the world if it weren't for her short tempered attitude.

Just glancing at her injury, I could tell Mel wouldn't be able to use her hand for a very long time. Probably not ever again. Claire also told me that if we didn't get Mel treated for infection, she would lose her hand entirely.

"I can't treat her myself. We need to get her out of here and to a hospital."

"We all need to get out of here, period." Alec replied.

Beside me, Mel began to stir. Her eyes flickered open and were immediately filled with pain. She winced hard, clearly trying to fight back tears.

She scanned the room once before looking directly at me.

"Where's Celia?"

I honestly could not deal with her pained face, especially considering the answer I'd have to give. Its not exactly easy to tell someone their sister had died while they were unconscious.

It wasn't necessary though. Mel's eyes widened, maybe from remembrance of her last few conscious seconds or maybe just from the way I was looking at her. Whichever it was, Mel had definitely figured out Celia's fate.

"No..." Mel finally let loose the sobs she'd been holding back, crying into my shoulder so much she probably soaked my t-shirt through.

The crashing had long since stopped, presumably Adalyn had lost interest. Almost definitely due to the loss of life Celia was experiencing.

We stayed in the same position for a solid half hour, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't crying a bit as well. As I mentioned, Celia was basically Mel's mom. Which meant, due to the childhood friend thing, Celia was like an aunt to me.

Mel eventually lifted her head up from my shoulder, and with her only good hand she pulled herself to her feet. She stepped into the hallway, ignoring our worried stares, and walked towards what could only be the chalk room.

I got up and followed her quickly, not even checking to see if Claire and Alec were behind us. Mel wasn't too hard to track down since she'd stopped right before the entrance to a room which definitely would not contain anything pleasant.

Knowing immediately what was happening, I stepped in front of Mel. Who glanced at me with eyes which were shiny from the tears.

"I'll go in first, okay?" I ask her.

Mel nodded without a word.

And then I stepped inside.

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There was an insane amount of wreckage from objects that had previously been whole and occupying this particular room. The bookshelf had been ceased to just chunks of old, rotting wood.

Scattered about were other various bits of furniture, all of which had been pretty much pulverized. In the very back right corner is where I saw a female body with dark messy hair lying underneath a pile of debris. The original form of the bits of wood had presumably been smashed over Celia's dying body.

There were some pretty deep gashes all over Celia's skin, filled in with bruises and cuts. If Celia survived her injuries, it would have been the miracle of the century. No miracles this time unfortunately. After checking her pulse, our suspicions were confirmed. Celia, like Gabriel and Holly was also dead.

Mel sat down with her legs folded under her, simply staring at Celia's corpse. As if she thought this whole thing was a dream. To this day, I still wish that were the case.

"Im sorry I didn't tell you." Mel finally said, her voice hoarse from her previous sobbing.

"It really doesn't matter at this point." I was slightly baffled that Mel was talking about the thing with Holly, but that was just her coping mechanism. Change the subject when things got heavy.

"It's just you really liked her, and if you knew about it I might be ruining her for you. And you might've taken her side, or stopped talking to me and-"

"Stupid." I hit her forehead softly, "obviously you're more important than her."

Mel turned her head quickly, probably in an attempt to hide her flushed face.

"Come on," I said, standing up. "Your sister would haunt me till the end of my life if she found out I was letting you sit here being here all depressed."

She pulled herself to a standing position as well, taking one last look at her sisters corpse.

"Mack?" She said.

"Yeah?"

"Let's kill that bitch."