Stephanie Wright deserves all the pain one can encounter. Her wit just won't change the truth, and she's thrown in a love triangle between a human and the ghost of her previous mistakes. She escapes, but The Ghost Chases.
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The car drive between Stephanie's apartment and her Mother's house took about 30 minutes, although it did feel like an eternity. Stephanie took all the way from her bedroom to the car sprinting, she knew that if she stopped her feet for just one second her thoughts will be too overwhelming for her to go; she'll either stop right in her spot for hours not knowing what to do or she'll go back there and let her mind eat her alive.
With every stoplight she's passed, the ghost telling her not to go and to take the next U-turn and just forget that day would appear in front of her eyes blinding her, but she just couldn't, not to her brother on his birthday. Stephanie knows that Raymond is smart and mature, she knows he's not that much upset as she's afraid he'll be; she knows he understands. After all, they've been through this together before. She knows Raymond is well aware of what losing someone you love can do to you, but she also knows that he has no idea what it feels like to feel that much guilt, and she hopes he never will.
When the street where her Mother's house is structured came into view, she immediately had the urge to stop the car, and she did. A piercing pain made itself known in her chest; she was afraid and felt nauseous, just like every damned day.
Get your shit together, Stephanie.
Over time, Stephanie managed to keep the hurricane inside of her just that: inside. Maybe she was able to do that because she surrounded herself with nothing that could drive her to let it out, no triggers were present around her, because, surprisingly, surrounding herself with Tyler wasn't one of these triggers although it did pain her and made her go crazy at times. But what she's doing now? It's like opening a black hole of memories; she knows that'll take so much strength to keep it inside. The fact that she didn't get better by the slightest surprised her, but yet again it was Tyler she lost, she couldn't be her usual move-on-quickly- life's-too-short self.
She drove slowly heading towards the house and kept her eyes on the road, only on the road, she couldn't dare to look on the other side of the street where Tyler's parents' house exists. She took a deep breath, which didn't help her with the headache,
If my body hates waking up early that much, why the fuck does it wake me?
After a few minutes, she got out of the car with the thoughts of how pathetic she is for being that weak; it took her 15 minutes to reach the house since she stopped in that spot.
Don't let it out, Stephanie. Don't.you.dare. Raymond needs his sister back. She has to come back.
Stephanie almost didn't notice the sting of excitement that was in her tummy as she rang the doorbell and waited for someone to open the door. She couldn't decide what would be worse, her mother opening the door or Raymond. Before she had the chance to decide, she heard the click of the reddish-brown wooden door and she could've sworn that the world somehow stopped spinning for a second.
There was her mother, Margaret, haste evident in her face and dressed in boot cut jeans and a yellow long-sleeved blouse. Nostalgia washed over Stephanie like the shower's cold water on a chilly night, but to her mother, it was like finally going out while Spring's sun shined after a long winter.
