Ghastly

Ghastly 1

I swung my fist into the chipped plaster wall, bashing a gaping hole in it. My breathing became even more ragged as I continued to batter the wall. After what felt like hours, the wall had been totally destroyed, only the support beams were left, and my hands were soaked in my own blood. I didn't stop there. Once that wall was totally destroyed, I grabbed the sole, dilapidated chair in the room, raised it over my head, and swung it down to the dusty floor with all of my might.

Once every piece of furniture in the room was splinters, I started to calm down. I numbly glanced down at my hands. The broken, bleeding skin and already forming bruises brought me back to reality. I collapsed onto the floor in an exhaust heep.

All of that moving in the small room kicked up most of the dust, and now that I stopped moving, I felt it settle onto my light brown hair. It coated my skin, clothes, hair, everything. I felt the dust tickling my throat, tempting me to cough, but I couldn't bring myself to make a sound. I felt as though I spent over my daily allotted noise.

I sat there, unmoving until the light streaming through the broken window vanished and reappeared. Hunger and thirst ate away at my insides, but I didn't have the willpower to move. The mere idea of picking myself off the floor exhausted me.

If I got up, I knew I needed to go back there, and I wasn't going to do that. It would dishonor her memory, like I spit on her grave. So I resolved to sit here, slowly letting my thirst consume me until I joined her.

"Jordan, don't do this to yourself," I heard a familiar, whispy voice say. "Don't do this to me."

I smiled, but didn't look towards the voice, if I did, then I wouldn't be able to pretend it was still real. I allowed myself to speak, it was probably going to be that last thing I said using my physical body. "It's too late, if I can hear you now, I'm either hallucinating from dehydration, or I'm already dead. Either way, I'm happy. I missed you too much, Rene. You were my everything after mom...mom," My voice broke.

"Jordan, I'm a ghost. You know I am. You're still fine, still alive. You know why you can see me. Please, get up, go, I need you to help me. It's scarier here than I thought it would be, and I want to move up."

"I..I... I can't. Leaving here means I'm leaving you," I felt tears welling in my eyes.

"No it doesn't. I'll still be with you, and you will feel me, even when I can't be visible to you, or anyone for that matter." I finally peaked over at her. She looked like herself, before she died. Her long blond hair was in twin braids, the style she was always criticised for by the in crowd of girls who were jealous of how many guys flocked to her. Of course they didn't have any reason to worry. She was wearing a flowing light green dress, the color of what her eyes were when she was alive. Now, they were pure white, the alluring green gone from her heart-shaped face. The end of the dress extended into smoke, encasing where her feet would have been.

"If I go out there, it's real. I can't deny it anymore. Leaving our place is leaving your life. We found this place, and made it our headquarters. We never went here though, not this room. It's why I destroyed it, and not any other room; there were no memories here. I couldn't destroy anymore of you. I've already done too much."

Rene smiled sadly, reaching out to touch my cheek, but pulling away at the last second, remembering she couldn't. "It wasn't you. I was the one who pushed you to look into it, to read that book. I pushed you to expand your gift father than they could reach. I got myself where I am now, none of this is your fault."

"It is my fault, dammit!" I smacked my fist against the ground, "After my mom died, I was the one who decided to look into the occult, just so I could talk to her again. I found the book, and I willingly read it. I was the one who called that spirit to us! It's all my fault. It-it's all my fault."

"Jordan, please. I take full responsibility for what happened. And if you won't forgive yourself, then you have even more of a reason to listen to me. I can't move up until the spirit that killed me has been eradicated from this realm one way or another, and I can't make it move all by myself. I need someone in the living world to help me. I need you Jordan."

I stood up, shakily, "What if I can't do it? What if I make it worse?" I brushed some dust off my grey hoodie.

"You won't. I know you better than you know yourself, trust me. You can do this. Whenever you put your mind to anything, you always do it." She moved to squeeze my shoulder encouragingly, but her hand phased through me, turning into smoke and sending a terrible shiver down my spine.

"L-Like when," I shivered.

"Don't you remember anything? How about when I told you I had a crush on that girl Naomi last year and you vowed to get her to ask me out? She did. she's straight, and she had a boyfriend at the time. You don't give yourself enough credit."

I shrugged. "How often can you materialize?" I needed her advice. Without it, I would be lost.

"I don't know yet. Maybe once a day, but not for a long time. I guess we need to take things as they come. I'll always be watching out for you, don't worry."

_________

Author's note: How does this sound? I've been having a lot of trouble with Paranormal Parallels so I think I'm going to end it. It seems like a worse and worse story every time I try to write the next chapter. What do you think? I feel like whenever I try to plan exactly what to write, it end out being a whole lot worse than something I just go with. Tell me what you think in the comments and if you like it, vote. If you want to vote that is. No pressure.