PHANTOM SEPILOGUE

CHAPTER 9

I quickly get up from the grass, thanking Em and Wesley for their encouragement, and start walking back to the house. Em was right about Harry. Even if he is really upset, he needs comfort and definitely not from his grandma. If I want the after life to be how I expected, I need to do this. I don't want to waste anytime not having him by my side.

As I get closer to the house, from what I can see there is no one downstairs . Even though I don't see anyone, I don't want to risk harry's grandmother seeing a random person she doesn't know walking into the house. I think of how I'm going to get to my- well now Harry's room. An idea pops into my mind and I walk towards the bedroom window.

The long green vine is there, dangling on the side of the house like it always has been. The happy memories of Harry and I climbing up and down this vine flood my mind. I can't help but smile thinking of how Harry helped me get over my acrophobia. I gently tug the vine, careful not to fall like an idiot considering I would actually feel it if I fell.

I climb through the window and look around Harry's room, soccer posters are hung on every wall, the empty closet with only a few shirts and jeans is now full with button ups and jeans. I find it funny how Harry has a whole wardrobe now but still chooses to wear his death outfit.

I sit down on his bed, his dark grey sheets and tacky soccer decor being the only things left to accompany me. The house is quiet, sending chills down my spine as I sit and wait, hoping Harry will be back soon so we can work this out. A few minutes pass by before I decide to stand up and look around his room some more, taking in every detail I can.

The lighting and color of the room are all still the same as I remember. The window still facing the vast backyard, showing the vivid green grass I remember seeing the day I first moved in. The room is pretty much all the same as the last time I saw it, only now it's filled with all of Harry's things.

His bed is pushed against the wall adjacent to where I entered the room and the walk in closet where I found the velvet black box is across from the window. The room layout is all still the same, everything just looks different, but a good different. But one difference stands out the most to me.

I notice the empty area on the wall that once held a mirror. The same mirror that Harry was pushed into by Nate, which ended up killing him. I don't know where that mirror is, but I'm glad it's not in here.

Immediately I realized that the house is actually back to how it originally looked, meaning Harry's Father's study won't be covered up. Harry has lived with the painful memory of being killed, and his Father's study being out in the open must only remind him of it more.

I sit and lay back on the bed thinking about how all of this must be affecting him right now. Me just randomly showing up one day because I killed myself most definitely does not make this any easier on him. I know he didn't want me to do this to myself, but I just wish he'd understand where I was coming from when I decided to do what I did.

I'm pulled from my thoughts when heavy footsteps from outside the bedroom door become louder and louder until the door is swung open and Harry walks in. He makes eye contact with me looking flustered and confused.

"Hey," I say sitting up from my position in the bed.

"How long have you been here?" he snaps, not seeming very happy to see me.

"Look Harry, I don't know what you want me to do or say. What's done is done and we are together, I don't want to waste anymore time! Harry I never did any of this to hurt you," I say with my hands on my hips ready to fire back at whatever he says.

"Jane, I'm not happy. You did exactly what I told you not to, I was so scared to pass because I knew I wouldn't be there to protect you anymore, you even lied to me when I asked you about it. All in all I feel betrayed and borderline confused," he shoots back crossing his arms.