Just Your Basic Love Story

Chapter 14: The Story

She locked the door behind her. I was becoming suspicious. Her eyes were looking at me, like she could see right through me. I looked back at her. She was truly beautiful. She had blue, eyes. I looked closer.

It looked like an older Taylor.

It was an older Taylor.

"Your Doctor Ginny correct?" I asked.

"Yes," she looked at me with those blue eyes, "that is correct." I looked back. She was hypnotizing. Her red lips looked like she had been painting them with a cherry red lollipop.

"So, how about those crutches?" She asked with a devilish smile. I didn't recognize the smile, nor the laugh that flew out of her mouth. I jumped and began to wheel towards the door even though I knew it was already locked. She stood up and walked over to me. All of a sudden, she wasnt Ginny, she was Taylor. 

"What do you want from me?" I pleaded.

"Revenge."

I grasped the door handle and thought in my head.

'SHUT UP!' The lock clicked and I flew through the door. I looked back but Taylor wasn't there. Then the chair jolted and Taylor stood right in front of me, looking like some Miss. Hellfire or something. I wheeled backwards but she was everywhere I went. I couldn't get away.

"Oh don't even try!" She yelled at me with a crackly voice.

"What do you want?" I was almost begging.

"I want your life. I want revenge." 

"Why?"

"Because! You took everything from me. That's why the bag of knives came home. I'm dead Tori! I'm not real. I'm a ghost who can't go on to heaven until she makes things right. But I don't know if I even want to go to heaven, so first I'm having fun." She stared at me with her blue eyes.

"What about the stabbing and Tim? How do you explain that?" I was practically frozen, only words could come out. 

"Well, that was fun." She smiled.

"You're sick. You have serious issues. Why kill me, or at least attempt. Why Tim? Because you're jealous!?" These words flew out of my mouth without  question. 

"Of course I'm sick Tori. Let me tell you a story. You might want to sit down." She looked almost innocent. 

"I'm already sitting." I wasn't pleased.

"Oh right. Listen, Tori. Last summer when mom and dad sent to me to summer camp it was because they thought I was mental. I wasn't at summer camp, I was at a mental kid camp. I became suicidal after a while of kids almost killing each other and commiting murder and suicide itself. I did belong there and that was what bothered me. I jumped, and fell into that bag of knives," I shuddered, so did she, "but the thing is that I wasn't in the bag when you guys got it back. I'm powerful." She looked into my eyes and I knew she wasn't lying. Tears gathered in our eyes and fell down our cheeks.

"I missed you. Even though I hated you for all that time, I really missed you. You were my sister." I looked at her but her head was looking down.

"I know." She lifted her head.

"So, how are you powerful exactly?" I asked.

"I am a Vemon. Vemons are ghosts that have to make things right before they go to heaven. They are given powers to be able to make things exactly right. I can even control dreams and control what goes on in the mind. " She was smiling.

That's when it came to me!

"What's your favorite song?" I asked.

"That's easy. Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO of course!"

"That was you!"

And there it was, playing in my head.