The Obsessions of Catherine

Chapter 6

Everyone at Gloria Jeans stared at her. All they saw was an Asian girl screaming into thin air.

Catherine was feeling haunted, followed, hunted.

She ran home swatting and shouting at ghosts and boys when everyone else saw nothing.

She barricaded herself into her bathroom, plastering posters onto the door with super strong glue. She squealed when she heard steps.

"Hi Catherine. It's me. Remember me?" A hideous boy with brownish blonde hair and freakishly blue eyes stared at her.

Catherine threw (Well, Catherine's version of throwing) a bottle of shampoo at him. But it just passed right through him. She then picked up another and through it again. It literally did nothing.

" Get away from me, Nash Grier," she shakily said. She tried to resist her voice from shaking but it just made it worse.

"What the hell you trying to do, girl? I'm only trying to prove to you that I am good for you. No one else but me." He spoke.

He walked up to her and put a soft hand on her shoulder.

"Babesizzle... This is gonna hurt."

Nash pushed his ghost arm through Catherine's chest. She wailed.

He grabbed hold of her heart, bright red and pumping blood, and squeezed.

She blacked out.

BAM!