.Long Lost.

Its a Lonely Life

I sit up when I hear voices outside, my breath hitching at the slim chance that Danny came back. My throat is sore, my eyes sting and my face burns from the dried tears.

My head and my heart aches.

I feel like I'm hungover, which is not a welcome surprise considering I didn't have the great night before hand.

People finally walk through the door and as usual they aren't the one person I'm always looking for. I rub my eyes and bring my knees up under my chin, already losing most of my interest.

But I have guests. Guests are rare in this creepy abandoned warehouse. I may as well make the most of it.

"Do you really think Sandy was murdered?" A voice echoes once they move further into the broken building.

Instantly I recognise the voice as an old friend from high school. Molly. We were pretty good friends around the time I died. I wonder how she's doing.

"I always thought it was strange for her to runaway like she did. She was a lot of things but she loved Paul; I thought that maybe they had had an argument or something, nothing like this."

I vaguely recognised him too. The officer in training, a few years older than me. I can't remember his name but I do remember that if he found even an illegally downloaded song on you he'd report you to the police. Never really liked him.

That's when I realise they're wearing the forensics uniform. Molly would always comment on how ugly they were which then seemed irrelevant but makes more sense now. She pulls it off I think, she could wear a bin bag and she'd be hit on.

Daniel must have told them about me.

"I don't know. I never really thought about it too much. I was more upset about the fact that she didn't say goodbye rather than questioning anything else."

"Maybe she didn't have the chance..."

More of the forensics team flood through the doors, a hum of conversation making it difficult for me to hear anything specific. However the two seem to head straight for my corner.

With so many new people around I feel uncomfortable, standing up and straightening my bloody dress as to look presentable despite them not being able to see me.

I begin to walk up and I meet them at the very edge of my little circle.

Molly looked great actually. She finally found a foundation that didn't resemble the colour of a wotsit. That's good.

Her boobs are definitely bigger. She must of had her boobs done. She always said she would.

I walk along side them to my resting place, crouching down as they do, right in the very corner. No idea what they're looking at but I'm not too bothered.

"It feels really strange over here..." Molly says cautiously. I smile. I was the one in my group to get everyone into the paranormal. Ironic I guess.

"Don't be silly."

"This is the place she was killed?"

"Paul was pretty adamant. Very specific. In fact, so specific that it makes you wonder, what if he did it?"

"Don't you dare even suggest that!" I yell at him in disbelief, trying and failing to kick him the side.

"No. Definitely not. He's probably been trying to figure this out for most of his life, they loved each other too much for him to do that. He wouldn't hurt a fly."

"I'm just saying, it's suspicious. He wouldn't even tell anyone how he knew."

I rake my nails down the arseholes back, one of the only methods of hurting someone that I had the energy to do.