Chapter Twelve

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*Ghost's p.o.v*

I hear Liz lament a bit more about the boxes. Which, I can't blame her. It seems like when he was here, Johnny didn't have this much stuff. It's like these boxes just appeared. I know they didn't but.. it's just weird. John was. no. is.. is weird. I can't say things like that. He's not gone. Just lost.

Not gone. Just.. lost.

Lost. Yeah, because that makes it so much better. It'd be better if he was here. Safe, here with us.

Safe. Gosh, I just want him to be safe.

But that's beyond the point. I found some more things. There's a medicine cabinet in Johnny's bathroom. That wasn't there when we moved in, and that would ask explain why he never wants me in here. But, the thing is, that cabinet wasn't sticking out of the wall. It was in the wall. Plus, it wasn't really a cabinet. It was more of a small shelf pretty well hidden behind a perfectly cut and framed mirror, so no hinges. I only realized it was there because I saw the edge of a sticky note poking out from the mirror, so I moved it.

However, I really wish I hadn't.

There are at least 15 pill bottles in there. The back of the mirror is covered in sticky notes, written in perfect English, but in frantic, varying styles of writing:

"Don't forget to refill the green bottle"
"Tell him before something happens"
"Green bottle Johnny. You need more pills in it"
"Stop lying to them"
"Make an appointment with the psychiatrist. Soon!!"
"When will you stop being such a mistake?"
"Take your medication before you get hurt"
"Look what you've done"

The last one is in an angry red.

What could all of those mean?
What's in that bottle that's so important?

Where the hell is that bottle?

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