The Aftermath

13. Never Wet the Bed

(POV: Sue Pea)

I can't say that I'd got over it yet. Dying, I mean. After all, I kept my promise. It's hard to go from mortal to ghost, having such power so suddenly.

I remember it well. I went to bed, like usual, and I had the most amazing dream; I was a princess at the very top of my castle, looking out upon my very own kingdom. And then everything went so light. I didn't feel a thing and the next thing that I knew was waking up. I hadn't wet the bed, as I had promised, but somehow everything was different. It didn't take too long to realise that I-

I fled from home; after all, I didn't want to see them when they realised that I had p-passed. And all I wanted was to wake up and see that it was all over, and so I slept. For hundreds of years, I must have slept.

Before I knew it, I was discovered. Hundreds of years of sleeping only to be woken by a short man and his vacuum cleaner whilst hiding in my bed gave me such anger. And so I showed him my anger. It wasn't enough to get him to flee, though. He eventually managed to somehow contain me within the device and I had peace within a painting for years. And I was happy with that; it felt like I was, once again asleep.

Eventually, I was freed from my painting by a ghost with a silly hat. He gave me a bed to sleep in, and I was ever so grateful. And so I slept. Until a man with a green hat poured water all over me. I told my father that I would NEVER wet the bed. I was furious with this silly poopy head and so I unleashed my anger upon him. And still, it wasn't enough. He did the same as the silly short man had done and put me in a silly painting.

And, I was fed up. The painting didn't even give me comfort anymore. I knew that one day they would wake me again. And I was right. And I knew that I would defend my right to sleep this time. I knew that if I slept for long enough that I could return back from my nightmare and to my family.

It was the green one who woke me. "Oy!" He said. And so I knew that I would put the three of them through the pain and suffering that I had been through. WHY AM I BEING PUNISHED!? I wanted to shout out to them. I only wanted to sleep. They were in my way. And so I knew that I would kill them. And then, suddenly, I was knocked down. They escaped my grasp.

Before I knew it, I was wondering the world around me, searching for someone to place my pain onto. The opportunity eventually came. He was even one of the ones who escaped. It was destiny. His death would give me closure. His death would let me sleep.

"I-I'm sorry!"

But, I wouldn't have ever been able to kill him. He was innocent to my suffering. I promised to my father that I wouldn't wet the bed. What was I doing? I used to be a 7-year-old: an innocent girl. I still was. Killing wasn't the answer. Of course it wasn't. Was I going insane? I fell towards the floor and just began to cry.

Goodnight, I had said to my father. Maybe that was the end, after all.