Specter

Three//Frisky.

I watched as the sweat dripped off Harry's forehead. His muscles flexed, the black ink moving with each movement. His curls fall straight, hair sticking to his forehead. He picked every piece of the bookshelf from the floor, placing it in a hefty bag. I pity him; he's here picking pieces of wood from the floor while I'm watching peacefully.

"I don't know what I did to deserve this." Harry murmurs, running a distressed hand through his sopping mop.

He sits on the floor and brings his knees to his chest. I heard him sigh deeply as I walk towards him and sit before him.

"Poor Harry," I say in a whiny voice. "My life is so hard. You have no idea how hard living in the in between is so quit your bitch shit."

Harry gives himself a quick lecture and nods, standing to his feet. He griped the bag and hauls it behind him, leaving my presence.

I have the whiniest humans ever. I may be a human but I'm not a living human. I'm unable to draw breathe, I can't even take breathe from a living being and that angers me. I hate being dead and I hate the in between. Can't I just be sent to hell? I actually don't know what unfinished business I have so I guess that's why I'm here.

I go to the kitchen and knock the pots and cups over. I want Harry and his sexually frustrated girlfriend to leave. Glass shattered, dispersing across the floor. The falling pot intensives the ear-splitting noise blending in with the glass. I watch all the damaged platters as I hear the door swing open.

I divert my gaze to the open door where Harry's mouth hangs low. I watch his face go from pale to scarlet and I watch his knuckles go from scarlet to snow. I watched his heaving chest as the birds move constantly. His eyes flashed showing an emotion I haven't quite seen on anyone. Usually they'll be frighten or gutted but Harry's mad and stressed. If I'm honest, it doesn't bother me at the least because I want him gone and hopefully he does leave.

Harry screams and drop to his knees, pulling at his wonderful curls. A few pieces of hair fall to the ground as the tears hit the tile floor.

He's going insane.

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By the end of the day Hannah had come back with her complaining. I wanted to drop the chandeliers on her head but that would've been a little too much. Instead I stole her Vintage Chanel and placed it under the sink. She hasn't found it yet she doesn't know it's missing neither, but it'll definitely cost a lot of trouble.

"It was crazy, babe," Harry desperately says.

Hannah sits and watches Harry pace the floor, pulling at his hair and occasionally waving his hands around.

"Calm down, Harry," Hannah soothes, "things happen, maybe we need to upgrade something's in here. They've been here for sometime now,"

"How did I let you talking me into buying this dump," he shakes his head saying.

I roll my eyes and fold my arms across my chest. This is not a dump. What the hell do I have to do to make them see that this is more than their imagination? Their so damn delusional and it irks me massively. I am more than old, raggedy future. I am their worst nightmare and they'll see it sooner or later.

"Come on, babe," Hannah seductively says, standing and walking over to Harry, "Let's finish what we started."

Harry positions his slender hands on Hannah's perfect waist, pulling her closer. Harry smiled and pulled his bottom lip between his pearly teeth. Hannah smiled and stood on her tip toes soon pecking and sucking on Harry's neck. He groaned and slides his fingers lower, squeezing her behind.

"Fucking stop," I yelled, trying to throw the chair at them. It's like watching Madonna having sex with Jesus Luz.

"I love you, Harry," Hannah moans.

I tried to move something else but it wouldn't budge. I fall to the ground and feel all the energy drain from my life less body. Their moans fill my ears as I crawl to the stairs. As I'm climbing up the stairs I hear Hannah giggles and footsteps stumbling my way. I ball up and undergo the pain coursing through my body because of Harry and Hannah walking over me.

I sob into the stairs and wait for the pain to subside. I may not be able to hurt them physically but they can hurt me. When the pain was over I lie flatly on my back and listen to Harry and Hannah.

"Yeees!" Hannah screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Fucking hell," I mumble, covering my ears.

The light bulb exploded above me, knocking darkness into the room and body became weaker.

"Right there, Harry!"

I frowned when I heard the loud bang against the wall. It continued and white crumbs fell from the ceiling. The bedframe slammed rhythmically against the wall. The paws screeched over the floor as her screams become louder. The sound was untamed, aggressive, scaring and overall; obscene. They are breaking my house.

I want to leave this house at this very moment and I never want to hear these heated noises again.

The noises of Hannah continued until Harry growled loudly. My eyes widen at his lustful and aggressive moans. It sounds as if he's taking all his anger and stress out in the bed. His pace went up to its peak, their bodies reaching the end. Hannah begged for more, encouraging him to keep going.

Soon after, their zenith arrived. Hannah shrieked, panting incredibly hard and fast. Harry growled loudly and his pace slowed and the hurricane was over.

"Thank God," I sigh, uncovering my ears.

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The computer has a virus so I don't know when the next update will be.

Also, I fractured my ankle for the second time in my life because I'm so damn silly.

I hope you guys enjoy this...