godly sin ¦ Ongoing

two. 'I told you so...'

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MY dad was right.

Oh I hate when he's right. And this is a huge 'I told you so'.

I blink my eyes twice as I ignore the extended hand of Desmond — the frat ghost, whatever. And walk over to my body, shuffling my feet as I neared it.

"Yeah, that's right, not like a frat ghost is someone to be friends with anyway," I hear him call after me. "It's not like it's creepy or anything."

I ignore him still, my whole focus is on my embarrassing corpse that some other guy had walked in on and started taking pictures from different angles like it is a normal thing.

"Twenty first century," Desmond whispers in my ear, catching me off guard and startling me. "Oh there's a dead body, let's take professional pictures of it and share it with the World with clean consciences and not call an ambulance because there isn't a possibility that we can still save this person!"

I hold my ear at his incredibly high tone and shift my body from his at a reasonable distance.

"Sheesh, everybody does it," I tell him. "Don't take it personal."

He folds his arms beside me. "You know, for a girl who just found out that she died, displaying her va– that she died, especially, you're awfully calm about it."

I shrug. "I don't know Desmond, maybe I've low key always wanted this to happen."

"What, you falling down the stairs without panties on?"

"What? No!" I scrunch my face up in disbelief. "Me dying!"

"Oh," he realises. "Why would you want that? What healthy, sexy person wants that?"

I smile, feeling flattered. "Why, thank you."

His brows shoot upwards, while he looks at me like I'm some alien like structure he's trying to figure out.

"What?"

"I ask two valid, important questions and what you could pick up was the word sexy?" He then shakes his head and laughs shortly. "Oh women."

I shake my head, taking a look at my exposed vagina which is suddenly taking a toll on me. I feel ashamed right now and there's nothing I can do about it.

Or is there?

"Is there a chance that I can cover up my vagina?"

He chuckles a bit. "Trust me, you don't wanna make the mistake of touching your body?"

"Why?"

He rolls his eyes. "Because you just can't, okay? Besides, you have a beautiful vagina," he stretches his hand towards my vagina. "The world's gonna luurve it!"

And just like that, he made things ten times worse.

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The world did not 'luurve' my vagina, most people judged and hated me (a dead person), for being such a tramp, hoe, loose bitch, spawn of Sodom and Gomora?