The Ghost Of You (Andley)

Chapter 2

I woke up to a tapping noise. I unlocked my phone. 4:00am, great and I'm not going to be able to fall asleep again. I sat up and the tapping stopped instantly. I got up and turned the light on, making me squint at the sudden brightness. I went to rub my eyes, but a tremor ran down my spine as I started to hear whispering and it didn't sound like my parents' bored, lifeless, disappointed tones, so I thought why the fuck not and decided to follow it. The hushed noise seemed to intensify as I got closer to the bathroom. I cautiously opened the bathroom door, become pissed off when nothing was there. I decided I was going to take a quick shower. My skin and hair felt greesy and uncomfortable. I looked the door behind me and twisted the knob on the shower, sighing when I saw the water pressure was shit. I pulled my sweaty t-shirt over my head and I grimanced at my reflection in the mirror, before continuing to undress.

I steped into the steamy shower, my body relaxing as soon as the hot water hit me, because even if the water pressure was like someone gently peeing on you, it was well overdue and the hot water was welcomed with open arms.

After I cleaned and scrubbed at my tanned skin, I hopped out and wrapped a towel around my waist after drying and looked at the mirror, which I expected to be covered in steam, that I would have to clean and I was somewhat correct.

Written on the mirror was one word 'LEAVE.' By now I was terrified. I didn't see anybody come in and write it. I wiped the mirror with my hand and tripped in my rush to get to my room. I didn't let that stop me though and I jumped back up and slammed the door to my room behind me, locking the door.

My legs were frozen, and I couldn't move. My back slid down the door and I wrapped my arms around myself, my body trembling and covered in cold sweat. After a few hours I fell asleep just like that.

~dream~
I was stood in the corner of my new room, unable to move. A boy, about my age, with black hair, which looked like it was once shaved at one side, but was growing back, stormed in. He had a lip and nose ring and his lips were pouty. His eyebrows were furrowed and made him look angry, like really fucking angry. He slammed the door shut, causing the boarder of the door to crack slightly. The boy stomped passed me and walked over to the window. His anger suddenly vanished and within seconds his eyes welled up with tears and he looked impossibly terrified, his body was racked with violent shakes. He somehow managed to calm himself as I saw him dig his nails into the back of his arm, drawing blood. The sight of it made him relax. He stared at it for a long time. It wasn't until the room seemed to shift that it wasn't the blood welling up in the crescent shapes he'd make in his flesh. There was something in his hand, an object that I couldn't make out. After awhile he looked out the window once more, looking at another thing I couldn't see, before he left the room again.

What the hell is going on?

I was woke up by a hand shove to my shoulders that made me jump up. But nothing was there. I looked around frantically for a minute, my heart erratic.

I read a hand through my hair and forced myself to breath again. Slowly.

My stomach my a loud noise making my jump, before I laughed. I forced myself up and downstairs. I made myself some toast and ate quietly in the kitchen, ignoring my mother completely when she came in looking for her car keys.

She was about to leave but paused at the door. She turned around and looked at me. "So, I-if you'd like. Later on after my work, I'll help you unpack the rest of your room?"

I just blanked her our and stared at her floor. She gave a sigh before turning and leaving.

I took another bite of my toast.

Andy's POV

I clenched my fists tightly, my nails digging into my flesh, as I watched the family like a hawk. They're just walking around my house like they own the damn place. Who the hell do they think they are! And to rub it in that boy just thinks he can stay in my room. I don't want him here. I don't want any of them here. But the boy, he crossed a line.

I took a deep breath, even though I didn't need it.

He needs to go. If he doesn't leave on his own I'm going to have to make him and it's not gonna be pleasant. I will get rid of him if it's the last thing I do.