The night is a vulnerable time for anyone with a heart. A conscience infested with insanity. Someone who thought a lot, or had a lot going on in their lives. Yet, they cared unconditionally, or even was able to feel some type of emotion. The night was for the people who felt hurt, and destroyed inside. Maybe they thought they were okay, and they tried to ignore it. That doesn't change the fact that they are shattered inside. They can't hide from their problems, or run. That's something you learn the hard way. You have to face them head on, and deal with them. There's no way to get rid of them or cope with them other than that method. So, ignoring your problems and what happened to you isn't going to stop the thoughts and the million ways to feel. Locking them away in a suitcase, thinking they're sealed away tight won't stop the strong ghost from escaping. From haunting you.
"Why did you lie to me? To Jess, Vic, and Viv? Why couldn't you just tell the truth?" Jess heard everything all her life through those paper-thin walls. There were no secrets in this house, some things just weren't ever spoken of. Jess laid with her head on her tear-soaked pillow, turning away from the sound and hoping it would go away. But it wouldn't. She could still the angry words from down the hall.
"Because I didn't want to worry you, and I wanted to avoid this." Jess continuously tossed and turned. She just wanted to escape reality, only for a minute. It seemed everything was dragging her down. She hadn't talked to Alex since yesterday, or about two days ago since it was now past twelve. She always tried to avoid her problems, which never worked. Alex wasn't really a problem, and she felt terrible for thinking everyone and everything in this town was dragging her down— including him. She just wanted a break. A minute to taste what it was like to be sane and okay, with a happy, perfect life. She'd never know that life, though. Not even in her dreams. It was too far away and unfamiliar.
"We wouldn't be having this conversation about you lying to me, if you had of just told the truth!" A door slammed, and Jess shuddered at the sound. All her life, by people she trusted and thought were her close friends, and someone she thought loved her, she was told she was selfish. For feeling the way she did. Unhappy, sad, when she had two loving parents, who were healthy, along with her siblings. A roof over her head, food, and she was rich. But when her parents fought, or someone said something nasty about her, or a wave of sadness washed over her that she knew deep down she truly couldn't help, all she wanted was someone to talk to, and comfort. Instead, she was told she was selfish, a spoiled brat, heartless. She started to believe it too.
"Han, where are you going?!" She heard her fathers footsteps rush down the stairs after her mom. Then another door slam, and open, and slam again. She sat up slightly, peeking out her window. She watched her mother get into her car and drive away. Her father looked defeated, but he took his car and went after her. Now she was all alone. She returned to her position she was in before, laying on her pillow, as tears continued to stream down her face. Her eyes were forced to be wide open. She didn't feel safe, and she felt a presence, but she couldn't tell what it was.
After a while of laying there, she glanced into the corner of her room. She could swear she saw someone standing there, but there couldn't be. She told herself she wouldn't be scared. Instead, she pulled her covers to her chin and stared at the corner, not able to look away. No matter how bad she wanted to. She was afraid of what would come out.
All the sudden, she saw Nick's face over top of her. She felt her clothes being removed. "Y-you're dead!" She exclaimed. He quickly placed his hand harshly over her mouth.
"I am, and now I'm a ghost and I'm coming back to haunt you. For killing me. You deserve everything that comes to you, you know? You bring it all upon yourself, too. I never cared about you. I just used you, but you weren't even good enough for that." He spat into her face. She cried, and tried to use every ounce of her to fight him off. Nothing worked. He was so much stronger than her. He held both her arms above her head after taking her clothes off. Then she felt him enter her body, without her consent. Not to mention the pain she felt. Not only throughout her body, but the feeling of him taking her sense of security, trust, happiness, sanity, a million other feelings she didn't know she had until now.
