Dead hearts Don't beat

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Raven
I need to up my game now. I need to stop messing with their heads and properly scare them now. This is going to need some clear and concise planning. I think Nicole will be easy to scare. I mean I can scare her by just moving shit around. She'll be easy. Now Jake will be a little harder, I'll have to be gradual with his fear, let it build up until he loses it. Martin I'll have to work a plan for. He's never around, like he leaves early in the morning and gets home at night. What does he do all day?

I've started hanging out in Jake's bedroom more often. Every other room is full of stuff and Jake's is the only one that is quiet all day and fairly empty. I also like his music taste. It's changed so much since my death. Pop music is way better and there's this new type called alternative. I've fallen in love with this band called Panic! At The Disco. It's so weird and twisted, obviously that's why I like it so much.

Jake came home earlier today. I was slightly confused if I'm honest. I hid behind his door as he entered ready to jump out at him. I kind of forgot that he couldn't see me as his bedroom door swung right through me. I sighed. You know I'm not sure I like being alone anymore. Sure I get to scare people but that's because I have nothing else to do. I'd just like normal conversation you know. I talk to Jake all the time, but he doesn't know that of course. It's weird as much as I desire to scare him to death, at the same time I consider him my best friend. Well my only friend. Strange I know as he doesn't even know I exist.

I noticed as he took his top off that he was covered in dark bruises and cuts. I gasped as I saw them. What happened to him? I fell back in shock. He was groaning in so much pain. I felt sad like the kind of sad you get when you watch dog rescue programmes and there's about 20 little puppies trapped in a tiny cage. The bruises highlighted his ribs, I hadn't noticed how skinny he was, it was like the bruises almost wrapped round some of his ribs. The worst thing was I couldn't do anything.

He ran himself a bath and began to undress. I'd be lying if I didn't say I watched him. What! I'm a girl ok, I'm sure if the situation was reversed he'd watch me get undressed. He was so unbelievably slim, slimmer than me and I'm dead. He got in to the bath that was clearly way too hot. His skin started to turn pink like a lobster being cooked. Jake was such a silent person. He never said much. I wonder what he was thinking about. It must have been something sad because tears began to roll down his face, he looked so fragile and vulnerable.

The next thing he dunked his head under the water. 10 seconds passed. How long can he hold his breath for? I didn't think much of it at first, but then I had this really bed feeling, the stream of bubbles had stopped. Oh fuck he's killing himself. Aaaaaah. Shit, shit, shit what do I do. Erm I looked around desperately as I tried to think of a plan. Got it!  I dived through the floor boards to the living room where Nicole was watching TV. I grabbed the remote and turned it on and off, then changed the channel over and back again. Nicole screwed her face up.
"Jake! JAAAAAKE. THE TV IS BROKEN" Nicole screamed angrily
"JAKE COME HERE AND FIX THE TV"
I flew back up stairs and collapsed on the bathroom floor, I wasn't tired or anything, I don't breath for one I just like being dramatic.
I felt like a hero as Jake sat there coughing, you are not dying yet pal I said to him. Still no thanks to me, I only saved your life Jake don't need to thank me or anything. It's fine.
"I'M COMING ALRIGHT"

I was feeling angry now. Angry at Jake's pain and his sadness. He wrapped up in a towel and went down to Nicole.
"For gods sake, what took you so long Jake?"
"I was in the bath...what do you want?" his voice was quiet and lifeless
"Nothing now. The TV was going all dodgy but it's sorted itself out now. Go put some clothes on and disappear out of my sight" what a bitch, she didn't even look at him once, just continued to watch 'The Real Housewives of Orange County'. I hate her more than life itself.

She just has to go.