Pic of Natalie on the side :)
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The next few days were a blur. I was unable to sleep, so I mostly watched Natalie and my son. Natalie hadn't said or done much since my death. It worried me. She was refusing to eat, and only left her room to go to the toilet.
Michael wasn't doing much better. He was feeding only once a day. He didn't bother to go to his guitar lessons. He hasn't left the house.
I was in Natalie's room when it happened. She was curled up on her side, arms wrapped around herself. I wish I was able to hold her. Instead I'm forced to be content with this. Watching but not seen. Never able to touch again.
She was shaking, her sobs ripping through her as I sat next to her, trying to stroke her hair, hold her, comfort her. But I couldn't.
"Justin." She whimpered. I whined, a high pitch in the back of my throat. She slowly sat up, and I saw the knife.
"No!" I screamed, trying to stop her. She whimpered softly, then pressed the knife against her wrist.
"I want to be with you Justin. This hurts so much. I love you. See you soon." She choked out, tears spilling out and over her cheeks.
"Natalie no! Stop! I'm here! Don't do this! Stop it!" I screamed, trying to knock the knife out of her hand as she pressed down harder, a trickle of blood spilling out.
The house reacted. I felt a ripple of pure energy go through me. I went icy cold, so cold it hurt. I yelled, and then screamed so loudly my voice broke when the cold was replaced by a searing burning. It felt like I was being burned to a steak. The heat was licking up my body, turning it charcoal. I stood up, gagging. A black mist was forming around me. I thrashed, trying to bat it away. It formed a thick cocoon around me, immobilising me. I staggered and knew I was going to fall through the bed, through the floor...
And then I fell onto the bed, which groaned and sank under my weight. I heard Natalie's heartbeat quicken and she sucked in a deep, quick breath.
I groaned, pressing a hand to my stomach. It hurt like hell. Everything did.
"Woah, that was fast, I didn't even bleed that much." She whispered, and I jerked my head up.
She still had the knife in her hand, and I scrambled up, snatching it away from her.
"No! Don't you dare do that again!" I shouted at her, and her eyes widened.
"Natalie I'm here! I'm always here!" I screamed, and grabbed her, yanking her towards me. She let out a scream, a pure animal sound. Her arms went around me and gripped me tight.
"I'm here baby, I'm here," I cooed, crushing her to me. I felt her tears soak my chest and I felt my own come. I remembered her wrist and grabbed her hand, pulling it up to my mouth and spitting on it, sealing the wound and licking the blood away gently. I raised head to look at my mistress and the urge to kiss her overwhelmed me, and I found myself tackling her backwards, slamming my mouth onto hers. But as soon as I did, I felt the cold sensation return. I gasped and jerked away from Natalie.
"Justin?" she sat up, looking confused. I retched, holding my stomach. "Justin!" She screamed once she saw I was fading.
"I'm still here!" I shouted as she reached out to me, her hands passing through me. "I'm always here!"
Then I was gone.
