Jake
I skipped school the next week. I couldn't move at all, I was so exhausted and in pain. I've been taking paracetamol but it's clearly not strong enough because the pain rushes back almost immediately after the pain killers kicked in.I couldn't help but think about Jess. I just don't understand her kindness, or why she would try to help me. I've never done anything for her, she doesn't even know me. She's just a puzzle I can't figure out.
Speaking of the devil, my phone bleeped
Jess: don't go on facebook!!Why is she telling me not to go on facebook, obviously I was going to completely ignore her warning and I immediately opened my laptop to find I had 50 notifications. I began to scroll through my news feed to find I had been tagged in 4 different videos of me being beaten up. What the actual fuck is wrong with these people? I played one video. Tear started rolling down my face as I watched Daniel beat my lifeless body on screen. I began scrolling through the comments;
• What a douche
• Can't even fight back
• Faggot
• rest in hell
• die fagI couldn't read anymore. Everyone hated me, I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. My eyes puffed and began to sting from the salt in my tears. The voices were swarming inside me, die Jake, go on do it, do it, do it, do it. I couldn't fight them. They were stronger than ever. I felt so alone, no one liked me never mind loved me, wave after wave of tears flooded my eyes.
I grabbed the razor blade I'd kept with me since I moved here. I stared down at the blade and then down at my arm. I pushed the blade in to my skin, it stung more than I thought. Dragging in through my skin I watched as my blood poured out on to my bedsheets. It was everywhere. I began on the other arm. One cut. Then another. Then another. More and more blood. I felt light headed, dropping the blade my head hit the pillow. The voices were screaming at me now, louder than they ever had before.
Raven
I left Jake alone for awhile. He looked so pale and fragile. I was afraid if I even 'breathed' on him, he'd break in half. This just left me to annoy Nicole as per usual. Martin came back from his trip on Sunday so I decided to join him and Nicole in the living room. Most of it was boring but then Nicole mentioned me. Well not me personally but my existence. She was telling Martin how the house was possessed and her encounters, the next thing I know she's got her laptop out and showing him all this research she'd done on ghosts and the house. Martin looked at her, then the laptop, then at her again;
"Are you on bath soaps?" He said chuckling. I laughed aloud too, this is great, Martin is going to convince her I'm not real, but I'm going to torment her, so basically she's going to go insane.I spent most of the rest of the week doing my usual routine, wake up, have 'breakfast', feed the cats, watch them tear up the kitchen, watch Nicole have a fit and get them out of the house, have 'lunch', float around for a bit and occupy myself the rest of the day. I think Nicole has gone from a cat hater to cat destroyer. I mean she's put extra locks on the front door and food cupboards, I even watched her spray the garden with what I'm guessing is supposed to be cat repellent. Think I'll have to find alternative entertainment now.
I went up to my room to see what Jake was up to, see if he was up to much or I could scare him. When I reached his room he was crying. AGAIN! This wasn't a little dribble however it was full on waterworks. I went round to see what he was watching, it was a video of a boy being beaten up and everyone had wrote comments on it. I didn't realise who the boy was at first until Jake got up and picked up a razor blade. He wasn't was he? No, he's not that stupid.
I was clearly wrong as he pressed the blade into his skin. I saw him, just sitting there, staring at the blade, pressing it deep into his skin until blood oozed out. I usually enjoyed people turning mad after the years of torment I'd give them, but this time it was different. It wasn't fear in his eyes, but pain, and sadness. The same pain I once had, but that was years ago, now I feel nothing, well at least I thought I felt nothing. Staring at him made me feel guilty, like I should do something. But what can I do I'm just a lost soul trapped in this house.
His bed was covered in blood, I watched him drop the blade and fall back on his bed. His eyes closed slowly as he breathed out. I ran over to him, screaming his name.
"JAKE! WAKE UP. I FORBID YOU TO DIE, THAT'S MY JOB" I screamed at him.
"Leave me to die" his voice was barely hearable. Shit he can hear me, shit, shit, shit. Urm I don't know what to do. I start slapping his face trying to get him to come round. What are you doing Raven, he's bleeding out and you're slapping him, are you stupid? I'm right I need to stop him bleeding out. I grabbed a T-shirt and wrapped it tightly round his arms.
"You are not going to die Jake, you hear me"The bleeding stopped but he'd stopped breathing now. The only option was CPR, as I couldn't give him the kiss of life as I don't breathe. I pushed down on his chest several times...nothing. Then again, repeating the pattern...still nothing. I stopped and looked at him, he'd gone. He's dead. Oh what have I done. For the first time in 10 years I began to cry, I grabbed his hand, my head laid on his arm, my tears wetting his shirt. He's gone and it's all my fault. If only I'd tried to help him out or mean crueler to Nicole to scare her to move away. I'd covered Jake's dead arm in my tears, I looked a mess. I can't stay here knowing he's dead.
"I'M READY TO PASS ON NOW! PLEASE I DON'T WANT TO BE A GHOST ANYMORE" I screamed at the ceiling, as if that was supposed to do something."Why are you shouting? Am I dead? Are you my guardian angel? What's going on?"
Author's note: so there we go, what do you think of that chapter, good? Bad? Jake is now aware of Ravens existence. Sorry about the last few chapters being a bit depressing. I swear it'll be less sad from now on. Please don't forget to vote. Thank you 😊
This chapter is dedicated to jamcookie15 who was looking forward to the next chapter.
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