3 Ways

Here Come the Ghost, Angel, & Shadows

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"Screw you!" Victoria hissed as she stomped through the dining room toward the stairs trying with her utmost effort to dry herself with a dry towel.

"No, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry!" Namjoo hurried after her apologetic. "It just...it just..."

"What!?" Victoria stopped and hastily turned around. Namjoo instantly stopped speechless. "You just what?" She barely waited a second before going on, "It just happened because you wanted to kill me?" Then she shook her head, "No, wait, lets rephrase that. It just happened because you wanted me to burn to death!" Victoria hardened her eyes on her younger sister before spinning around.

"Victoria!" Namjoo shouted before helplessly watching her head up the rest of the stairs.

"You know what?" Victoria stopped at the top. "Why don't you just get lost?"

She glared at Namjoo before stomping the rest of the way into her room. As the door slammed behind her she walked toward her bed and paused with an angry sigh. She couldn't believe what just happened – that Namjoo had just thought about really hurting her. For a second she really believed she might be able to trust Namjoo as grandma had said, but it turned out Namjoo hadn't grown up one bit.

Victoria pulled off her shirt and slipped a new one on before she caught something dark moving out of the corner of her eye.

"Who's there?" she suddenly asked turning around, but saw nothing when she browsed her eyes around her room, her angry breathing spewing out of her nose like a bull.

Maybe she was just getting paranoid with everything going on, she assumed. While there was nothing to do she thought she'd catch up on some sleep, since she'd barely had any last night. Seeing her grandma had been like a soft nightmare and she hadn't been able to close her eyes completely the whole night. Victoria walked over to the window by her bed and closed the drapes to lock out the light before climbing onto her bed. Her mind calmed before she drowned into sleep.

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Chorong was still lost. It was troubling and hard to accept the fact that Woohyun was standing right in front of her. It wasn't just anyone, but her best friend who had been dead for 7 years. At least the tears had slowed.

Silence filled the gap between them. Chorong didn't know what to say to a ghost...to him. She felt stupid, a little silly.

What was she supposed to do in a time like this? She really wished her father was still at home, but right now she didn't even know where he was. How was she supposed to make sense of this? Her reality had become distorted in one night and it was unfair.

"Chorong," Woohyun took a step forward.

Chorong stumbled back and shot her arm out. Her voice hardened into a warning, "Don't." She stared at him hard, her voice now coarse from her constricting throat. "Don't touch me."

Woohyun's worried expression became gentle and patient. It was one she recognized. He often gave her that look when she got angry and he tried to coax her. It was then when Chorong realized she only wanted her way and things had been her way. Everything had been her way since the night she lost him.

"I can't," her voice broke and she tried to cover her face with her hand, "I don't want this."

That night from 7 years ago flashed in her mind. They had been laughing, joking about the man from the eatery. The two friends had so amused themselves that they didn't bother to look out for cars before crossing what they deemed an empty street. It must have been a drunk driver, or someone who hadn't been watching out for pedestrians as they weren't for cars. Then it happened so fast. The night had glittered with stars. So many stars were out that Chorong thought she could hear them twinkling.