Promise

Chapter 2

His arms wrap around my body. His warmth makes me feel weak. Everything about him makes me feel weak. Even the way he greets me with "How's my best friend doing?"

Even though I hate being only his best friend and nothing more I love listening to his voice.

"Goth?" My father knocks lightly on my door. It's a meaningless gesture, seeing as he already pushed it open.

"Go away."

"Please Goth, you haven't left your room in a week, you rarely eat what we bring you, you're killing yourself in here!" He pleads to me, but does it really matter.

"Maybe that's actually what I'm trying to do" I say dully. I haven't looked up at him yet. I don't need to see the pain in his eyes, and he doesn't need to see it in mine. I'm sure I've got enough for the two of us.

He leaves my room without saying another word. I cant stop hurting people.

There's a rope under my pillow, I've been learning to tie a noose, and now I just need a place to hang it. My eyes scan the ceiling, and I find it. An old hook that used to hold a stuffed animal basket. I hang my rope on it and pull a chair underneath it.

I look around the room, and only now I can appreciate how beautiful it is today. Warm light shines through my window and I can see specks of dust dancing through the air. One beam in particular lands on the hat, that I kept on my bed-side table. The hat that belongs to him. It's a shame that I exist on a day like this. Somebody like me doesn't deserve a beam of sun. I take one last glance around my room, one last look at all the memories. I hope somebody remembers me.

My hands shake as I sit on the floor, writing a note that I hope is sincere enough.

Dear... 

I scribble the word out. I'm not addressing one person. I'm addressing my life.

Hey. First off I'd like to say I'm sorry. You know I'm dead, you probably even stared at my hanging body before noticing this note. Please dad, father, don't blame yourselves for my passing. I want you to know that I loved you two dearly. However, with Palette gone I have nothing to chase after. I have no dreams to follow. All I wanted was him and it's my fault he's dead. I loved him more than anything. I can't live with the guilt. I lived a good life with him but now I feel cold inside. Funny really, it's a beautiful day outside, it's sunny and nice, yet all I can feel is cold. Haha I'm ranting even though I can't speak. I really am sorry, but please don't be sad. Don't dwell on me. Move on, you deserve happiness. We all do. And this is how I'm finding happiness.

I love you, and I'll miss you - Goth

That's out of the way. I lay the note neatly underneath the chair, and shakily I climb on. My fingers wind around the rope, pulling it closer. Closer and closer.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

My head snaps around to the doorway or my room, but nobody stands there, my door remains closed. There's nobody here at all.

I grab the rope again, having flung it away in surprise at a voice to a non-existent being.

"Goth I know you can hear me," it says again. I'm not imagining this, I can't be. I watch as creases on my bed appear, as if hands were pressing down on it, then they disappear. It stood up. 

"What are you?" I ask, frightened. I now cling to the knot that would've taken my life as if it is my life and I don't want to let it go. Footsteps creak towards me, but I can't see anybody walking.

A cold hand caresses my cheek. A blurry vision appears in front of me, arm outstretched, keeping his palm to my face. "Can you see me?"

I place my hand over his, I don't feel it anymore. His hand is gone though his arm is still reaching for me.

"I can see you."