Till Death Do Us Part

Chapter 5: Stay Close

Okay, so maybe David had been telling the truth when he had said he was persistent. For the past week he’d been talking to me, even when I didn’t answer back.

It was getting incredibly annoying. He was like a fly that kept buzzing around my head; no matter how many times I took a swipe at him he just dodged out of the way and kept buzzing even more just to spite me.

Personally, I thought he enjoyed annoying me. He even admitted that it was starting to become one of his hobbies. As for whether or not he was joking, I couldn’t be certain. It wasn't like I was going to ask him.

Penn watched us quite often, laughing at my miserable expression or telling me to lighten up when I started to glare and my eyes started to turn purple. Why should I lighten up? He couldn't take no for a goddamn answer. I had every reason to be annoyed.

David unfortunately seemed to have discovered how my eye color changed, and even noted once that my eyes had been a nice grey color but when I noticed him looking at me they instantly turned a violent shade of purple. He, of course, laughed at this and thought it was terribly funny while I was pretty certain my already dark purple eyes turned an even darker shade with anger.

To be honest, I had no idea why I had eyes like this. My mother had grey eyes; I saw them in the few pictures I have of her. But I had no clue whether or not they turned purple or any other color since she was…she died when I was young, five years old, and I can’t remember much about her. I didn’t even bother to ask my Dad; he wouldn’t know.

My mother was a necromancer as well. Not too sure if she was powerful or not, but she could talk to the dead, that much I remembered. It was quite handy actually; whenever my Dad wasn’t around we’d talk to our ghost friends and family. Aunt Linda was my favourite relative…she was dead of course, but I loved her dearly. But after my mother died, Aunt Linda lost her mind. She went completely crazy and rambled on and on about things that didn’t even make sense and then she just…stopped showing up. The rest of my nice, loving, ghost friends and family members disappeared as well not long after until I was finally completely alone.

And then Mrs. Ulderman showed up. I had been frightened of her as a child, until Penn came into my life. I grew up with Penn as my protector, my one and only friend since everyone else, living and dead, had deserted me. I suppose it was my fault everyone had left me alone; after a year of my mother being dead, I pulled in on myself, refusing to let anyone into my life besides Penn, and when I grew older, Lily. But then Lily turned evil and then it was just Penn and I, just like it used to be.

It was almost as if it had taken a year for the death of my mother to finally sink in. And since all my family and friends left me, I had slowly became more and more anti-social. My dad was either working or drunk and no one at school ever wanted to talk to me since I was a strange little kid with no mother, plenty of imaginary friends that I had ‘claimed’ to have deserted me and strange eyes that changed color.

I scared people. No one knew how to act around me. Teachers ignored me on the most part, except for this one teacher. I remember I was only about seven or eight years old, about two or three years after my mom had died, and this one teacher was always picking on me.

She was a bully; plain and simple. She called me stupid, self-absorbed, a child who acted the way she did simply to get attention.

She didn’t understand me, my life. So I felt the need to show her. There had been this ghost that haunted her, apparently she had been a friend of hers when they were younger. The ghost was in her twenties, a total sweetheart to me but a total bitch when it came to that teacher.

And one day, while I was reading a book out loud, Penn had been helping me. I hadn’t been too good at reading since there was no one at home to show me how besides Penn and that ghost.