Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

Part 16

Song for this part: Don't be afraid, you're already dead ~ Akron/Family.

(It's really a great song it also goes great with this part) 😆👍

Anonymous POV:

A day ago-

I stare outside the window with leaves swiftly out on the ground, the familiar tree house stood in front of me. Niall loved that tree house, I loved it too. I loved him. I miss him.

I could never forgive myself and I couldn't forgive the world for my problems. But I learned something, you're your own problem no one can fix you even if they feel pity for you they can never fix that big fat hole in your heart. There was no such thing as happiness, I learned that too.

I always ignored the fact that Niall didn't deserve a girlfriend, but when it got to me I realize what I was missing out. I was waiting for the day Niall broke up with his girlfriend and coming towards me. That never happened though. I'm depress.

What I've done was horribly wrong, and the worst part is I could not go back in time to change history. Niall wouldn't had moved if it wasn't for my stupid mistake, my fucking mistake that blew everyone off. The mistake that killed someone.

My legs become feeble, the blood becoming more tasteful as I bit my lip hard to control myself, but nothing is working. Each day turns into a nightmare as I walk into school the horrid cries of Stephanie's friends and the ones who despite her, smiled. I was one of those people. I can't say I wasn't smiling because really I did despite her but now I regret giving her hell.

Thanks to me Niall left. Thanks to me Stephanie is dead. Thanks to me Niall will become depress for who knows how long, maybe till eternity. Thanks to me her family is mourning. Thanks to me I'm out of control, I killed Stephanie and I killed a lot of self-esteem. Thanks to me I'll be dead.

The majority of the people around me had given me enough in life to fulfill myself with enjoyment and I had appreciate it enough. Let the happiness soon come to an end and let the sadness be taken away, but maybe even when I'm gone I'll still be sad. I have no clue what happens when you're dead.

I began to brush off the tears that were pouring down my cheeks just a second ago. Standing up I walk out of my room and into the bathroom locking the door behind me.

"For Niall" I began to say having red blood stains on the floor as I continue putting the razor against my wrist.

"For Stephanie" I kept going.

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"For me" I exhale on the last one. And even if it was five it didn't seem much.

I start weep now, oh great stop being a baby Jake.

Flashes of images in the past refilled my head and I think I'm sitting on the floor and I think I start to rock forward and forward hugging my knees tight into my chest. The blood probably staining my shirt but I don't care. I just continue to look like a fool who's tears come down like a waterfall and fear of the past.

Niall isn't with me and my parents don't care, I'm alone so why should I breath. People say you're all alone whenever no one is there for you, totally wrong; your thoughts are different personalities, so you're not alone you're just..... There. With all the voices in your head screaming to you. A deep whole surrounded around the angels I supposedly need to have in order to get through life, but that's the thing I don't have any angels with me right now. I'm a burden.

By now the long brown rope is placed on my hands, the same rope me Niall would use to hang a big tire onto our treehouse.

"I'm such a loser"