Ghost In The Dark

A Moment Of Silence

GHOST'S P.O.V.
Its hard to sleep when your mind wanders around and replays the moments of just a few hours ago. Tossing and turning in bed because I couldn't sleep, the images of Anna's lifeless body still haunted me.

I rolled out of bed and walked out of my room to the living room. My eyes half open and my heart full broken. If only I had gone back to the motel after I killed Mr Peterson to tell her that she was safe and she didn't have to feel scared that he was ever going to find her and hurt her anymore maybe, just maybe she would have still being alive

Seeing her on the floor, her beautiful white hair now red after laying down in blood, her perfect skin lacerated from the cut she inflicted on herself out of pain and her shiny blue eyes now white. Seeing all of this broke me down and I couldn't do anything to save her

I stumbled over the little stool by the side of my living room couch and fell down on my knees, my eyes watery as tears began to gather in them. I ran my hands through my hair as I let out a silent scream. The tears in my eyes rushed out like a faucet that had lost its valve.

I thought I did something good for someone but in the end it was all pointless.

"This is what happens when I go out of my way to help someone" I said in a quiet voice

I ended up crying for about fifteen more minutes, letting my pain rush out through my tears before I got up from my knees and walked to the fridge to grab a drink, to calm my nerves because if I didn't take something I might lose my mind. I got back to the living room walking cautiously in the dark making sure I didn't stumbled on the stool I fell on earlier before dropping onto the couch with a chilled bottle of beer in my hand.

"Here's to you Anna, I hope you're happy now" I lifted the bottle in the air before taking a gulp

With a now empty bottle in my hand the face of her murderer flashed across my mind. If I had known that she was going to kill herself I would have made Mr Peterson suffer a lot more than he did before I slit his throat.

"He didn't deserve such a quick and easy death" I mumbled

I would have tortured him for weeks chopping him up limb to limb before killing him. I could feel my rage building up and my grip on the bottle in my hand tightened. I flung the bottle across the room as it crashed into the wall on the opposite side.

My breathing shaky with my heart pounding against my chest. I've never felt this much rage in a really long time. I couldn't hurt his dead body when I saw him because he wouldn't have felt the pain and I would have just given myself away. Maybe I already did

"I'll have to clean up the broken bottle pieces before I go back to bed" I said placing my hands over my face

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and switched my flashlight on before walking to the area where the bottle broke. After picking up the pieces, I walked into the kitchen and dumped the broken pieces into the trash can.

"Guess its back to being the not so friendly county serial killer" I thought before walking towards my bedroom
I walked quietly and crawled back into bed

"Everything alright? I heard something crash" I heard a voice say from the other side of the bed

I forgot that I wasn't alone

"Oh don't worry about it. Everything is fine" I said "Go back to bed"
I turned over and laid on my back as I stared at the dark ceiling board that was watching me from above. My eyes slowly shut as I let the darkness take over me.