Goth Ghost

Chapter 4: Crash Into Her

Nicki's POV:

"Nicki...where the fuck have you been lately? Do you have any idea how stressed I am, huh?! Getting a proper job was awesome and everything, but I haven't seen you for a while. And when do I finally see you? When you're climbing out of some random guy's car! I mean, it's a nice car, but still! And you're having crazy nightmares and obsessing over dead bloggers...what's up with you?"

Are you confused by this? I am. I didn't expect Quinn to be on my ass this early. I was on leave today, thanks to my pleading. Quinn decided I need a fucking lecture, like I'm a twelve-year old. "Seriously, Quinn? You're supposed to be my friend, not my guardian!" I said, the annoyance in my voice clear. I dragged the brush through my messed up hair once more, hoping to get at least one tangle out. But to no such avail. Quinn was against me AND my brush too? Quinn pinched the bridge of her nose. Dammit, now I feel like an asshole. It's not like I want her to worry, it's just that I'm kinda too busy to worry about her now...what with all my murderer-shit going on. "No, no I'm not. But I am your friend. And I think you need a break from this whole thing. From Goth Ghost," Quinn said, resting her perfectly-manicured hand on my shoulder. I instantly went into defensive-mode.

"What?! How could you say that!? He's dead, okay?! Don't you think Goth Ghost deserves justice?! Don't you think his family deserves the truth?! Huh?! Don't you?!" I yelled, my hands balling into fists. Quinn's blue eyes widened. She looked at me like I was about to explode.

Maybe I will...?

She stood up from her seated position and headed for the door. She turned the knob. As the door opened and the sunlight fell into the room, I said with a hard stare: "Oh and that random guy has a name. He's Kian and he's my partner in justice." Quinn turned her head to look at me. She shook her head and disappeared to outside. I stared at my feet. Correction, my dirty feet. After yesterday, I was so tired, I never got the chance to shower. I pulled my hair back into a messy bun and undressed in my room. With rising goosebumps on my arms and legs, I walked to the bathroom opposite of the hallway. I smiled and stuck out my tongue at myself.

There's something very liberating about walking naked in your own house.

I arrived at the bathroom and felt the gel-carpet underneath my cold feet. I turned on the hot water and the showerhead replied instantly with water. I sighed in ecstasy as the warm water hit my face and body. My toes even curled at the feeling. Afterwards, I wrapped myself in a thick towel and walked to the mirror. I looked at myself intently. My brown eyes stared back at me. I used to hate brown eyes, I thought they were so boring compared to blue or hazel eyes. That was until my father read me a poem by E.H. Afterwards, I never saw brown eyes the same way. I noticed the slight green-golden shine to my eyes. I smiled and fiddled with my bottom lip. I was so insecure about my thin lips, because these days, if you aint got that Kylie Jenner thing going on, you're not on the cool-list. Apparently. Around my eyes were the remains of eyeliner. Damn, how I love it. My purple hair complimented the dark circles around my eyes. I placed a loose strand behind my ear. My colour is so prominent, it almost looks natural purple. Hmph. I wish. I'm actually an ex-brunette. I walked back to my room and put on ripped jeans, a white baseball-tee and blue converse. My hair was kept in the semi-wet bun.

Maybe I should do some investigating on my own today? After Kian went all weird yesterday, maybe he needs a break. I walked to the kitchen. The counter island was looking duller than usual. Oh yeah, I was supposed to clean it. Me and Quinn had an agreement. She'll pay for everything in this house as long as I clean it. So far, I've always stayed loyal to my duties as a spoilt bitch and cleaned as I was told. But in my defence, lately I've kinda been a tad too busy to be worrying about a speck of dust on a chair. I sighed. I have to clean. Even on my days off. I searched every cupboard until I found a relatively clean cloth. I started wiping it across the counters. Afterwards, I moved to the living room to dust everything off.