Us (a Colby Brock X Reader)

Gary***

Gary's pov

She cried. For hours following Colby around. 'Oh God what have I done?' I ask myself remembering I brought her to her knees and had her run away.

"Colby please I'm right here!" She screams. Waving in front of Colby.

"Still can't hear you. I'm telling you we need to find Sellia(pronounciation (sce-le-UH)) she'll help or go tell that nurse back at the hospital," I tap my foot.

"Fine. You stay here I'll go find her," she nods.

"Ok go," I give her a slip.

"Really?" She stares at the slip.

"Yup," I walk over to her, "go to her," I pat her back and she disappears.

"Yo," a blonde boy walks over to Colby, "you okay?"

"No, Sam. Y/ n is out there and I don't know where," I roll my eyes.

I walk over to a mirror, I gather enough energy to brake the barrier. I walk through, ignoring the dry clotted blood streaming through my eyes. I knock over a glass and spell out hospi. I knock over another to finish tal and the first two letters of y/ n. Colby walks over.

"Dude these look like there spelling something," Colby stares at the broken glass. "Hospi lat?" He cocks his head.

"Dude just clean it up," Sam the blonde boy sweeps up my masterpiece.

I walk over to a paint jar. Black. It'll work. I walk over to a mirror I see through me I ignore it. I drag the paint over. A little girl steps in front of me. "Hello," she stares at me.

"Hello, now if you'll excuse me I need to help my friend," my Irish accent slips through.

"Not from round here eh?" She questions.

"We can talk later. I need to do this," open the jar. I dip my wet hand in the paint. Painting is absorbed.

"What friend?" She asks moving.

"A friend who is in trouble if I don't get the brown haired boy to the hospital," I place my fingers on the mirror writing y/ n's name. I dip my hand in again. The little girl runs off. I write hospital. I throw a glass against the wall.

Sam walks in. "Your kidding my Colby? Really? On the mirror?" Colby walks in he admired my work.

"Wasn't me," he mouths what was written. "I got to go though," he runs out of the house, I roll my eyes and step back to where I belong the safe side of the barrier.

"Nice trick," y/ n slow claps.

"Shut up let's go," I snap and y/ n and I are in the back of Colby's car.

"I hope it works," she pushes herself to the front seat.

"Ok," I look out the window.

"Ok you know everything about me I want to know about you," she looks back at me.
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"So my name is Gary Wirth, I'm from Ireland," I make my American accent turn into my Irish one, "I am one of 12 children. The youngest to be exact. I drowned myself when I was 24 after my hauntee told me," I paused. I drifted off thinking of that day.

"'I want to be normal,' I told myself in the mirror.

"'To bad, your gonna come with me,' my voice said.

"How? Your in my mind?" I remembered what my mother told me. It was all in my head.

"'No I'm not,' she hissed. 'I'm right here,' a young woman appeared behind me in the mirror, cut and bruised and bones all over the place, 'you stupid idiot. You don't belong here. Never have. Never will,' the woman disappears.