Short Stories

Who's name?

I quicken my pace and glance around. Hurriedly taking my keys out of my pocket I put them in the door and turn the handle. I quickly close the door making sure my keys are left in the lock. I look outside and close the blinds. My eyes dart around the dark room and I turn my body to face the window opposite the door. I slow my breathing.
"Hello."
I hear it. My eyes become damp as I gaze at his face. His green eyes looking at me, filled with worry and love, his once soft peach skin now a translucent white which creates a horrifying contrast to those disgusting red stains splattered on his skin and clothes.
I feel a tear escape my eyes as I think about what we had. His smile pains me; the way he always wears a light expression even in death. How he's worried about me, not even thinking of revenge.
"You're supposed to reply silly." He says his tone gentle with a trace of humor.
"Why?" I asked him. Why does he still smile? Why does he look so peaceful? Why does he act like I'm more important even in this situation?
"Why?" He responds looking confused and slightly thoughtful. Tilting his head to the side in thought he says "Who knows?"
My breath catches on my throat. Who knows? I can't believe he still refuses to give a straight answer.
"Is that all you needed me for?" He asks me.
All I needed him for? No of course not. Should you be upset? Why aren't you emotional? How come your not asking me to avenge you?
"No." I reply taking deep breaths.
"Tell me their name."
He looks at me seemingly amused by my inquiry.
"Who's name?"
"You know who I'm talking about damnit."
He averts his eyes and sighs deeply. Even as a ghost he's still difficult.
"What if it's someone you know very well?"
"That doesn't matter they'll get what they deserve."
His eyes return to me and his calm face suddenly becomes almost expressionless.
"Are you sure?" He voice became more serious making me understand he's worried.
"Of course. Even if they're close to me what they've done is wrong."
He smiles again although it seems more aggressive than his usual smile.
"Wrong? That surprises me- to hear you say it that is."
"Excuse me?" My voice becomes hard and more defensive. What he said hurts and confuses me. I don't recall ever harming anyone.
"It's nothing. I'm just amazed that you haven't figured it out yet."
"What?" I respond. Whilst I have no idea what he's talking about for some reason I feel a trace of fear grip my heart.
"Sweetheart, the lovely person who did this to me. You know exactly who they are." His expression becomes light again but I feel something menacing radiating from his elegant features.
"I don't understand." I say as my hands start shaking and my mouth feels dry. I don't understand why I'm so scared I need to help him. I need to report whoever did this to him. I need to...

"Awww. You realised?" His playful expression makes me feel sick. I want to vomit. It can't be true.

"That's right Sweetheart, the one who killed me...

is you."