The Ghost Of You Is Close To Me

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Three years had passed since the accident and Tyler found himself at his little sister's grave. He sat with his legs crossed, his fingers pulling up strands of grass, anxiety getting the better of him until he felt the incessant need to keep his hands busy.

It was Olivia's birthday and Tyler felt guilty for not coming to check up earlier in the day. He had had work that day, keeping him into the night later than he'd planned. It was dark and cold but he couldn't forget about her on this day. He'd made it a habit of visiting her on special occasions, no matter how cold or late it was.

Tyler reached out and traced his fingers over her name that was etched onto the tombstone, sighing quietly as he let his hand drop back down to the grass.

"Work was the killer today. I got mauled by one of the cats at the humane society. She didn't really want to be held but that's how things go, ya know? It was a lot of hard work after that, too," Tyler explained, smiling as he thought about some of the animals there.

"Did you know Spooky got adopted? Poor guy has been there for the last six months and nobody wanted to take him home. A couple finally fell in love with him and took him home, I was pretty happy about that."

Tyler sat in silence for a moment, trying to think of what else he needed to catch her up on. He came up empty so he decided to move along to what he really came here for. Tyler reached around behind him and felt around for her present, his hands never finding it he turned to look and realized with a sinking heart that he'd forgotten to bring it along with him.

"Sh-, dang, Ollie, I'm so sorry, let me run home real fast," Tyler said as he jumped to his feet and ran out of the cemetery, berating himself internally for being so stupid as to forget. Tyler stepped into his house and grabbed his coat from the closet, throwing it on and zipping it up to try and preserve what was left of his body heat. He grabbed Olivia's present after that and ran back towards the cemetery. He started towards his sister's grave and stopped halfway there when he saw people standing in front of her tombstone. He smiled for a moment, happy because someone else remembered her birthday. His smile fell when he saw that there wasn't anything in their hands except a can of spray paint.

Tyler watched as they tagged her grave, a couple of them laughing boisterously, high fiving and moving onto the next. Tyler felt his blood boil, his anger rising faster than he could've imagined. He wanted so badly to hurt these guys, to show them how wrong they were for what they were doing. The only downside to that was that Tyler was small. In height but also in build. The guys who were tagging were obviously muscular, their jackets straining around biceps. Tyler knew right then that there was no way he could take on those guys in any sort of fight without getting himself hurt. Tyler pressed himself against the statue closest to him. It was really a morbid sight, even for a cemetery. It was a tall metal grim reaper, his scythe splayed out in front of him, the hood pulled over his head to leave him faceless.

Tyler watched the scene in front of him, his mind twisting as he tried to find something to do to be able to get back at them. The five boys began to walk towards Tyler but gave no indication that they saw him. Tyler wasn't quite about to let them find him either.

Tyler looked at himself, his black jeans and his black hoodie, coincidentally it had been his skeleton hoodie that he had grabbed. He smiled as a plan began to form in his mind. The hoodie zipped up over his head, covering every feature recognizable. He was obscured by the dark night, leaving only the white bones to glow under the moonlight. The voices grew louder and he realized that this was his only shot to get back at them for what they'd done to his sister. Tyler scrambled up onto the scythe, crouching down over himself to hide the majority of the bones. He blended in enough with the night sky to be invisible, for once his small figure was the biggest advantage that he had.