Filling The Gap...

Katie

"You-"

Fighting the motion of throwing up again. He had killed someone. He killed more than one person, he had killed people. He doesn't fight me when I try to push him away. My nails digging into his arms but leaving no marks or evidence that I was actually causing him any physical harm.

"Get away from me!"

I scream, but his hand covers my mouth cutting me off.

"You don't think there's someone else out there worse than me. You'll be surprised when your standing in the face of death, but it turns out to be your own father."

Wait, what? His father? His father killed him?

"They didn't even include the fucking dog in the article, funny that."

His laughter twisted and sinister. Pulling his hand down slightly as he moves even closer to me. Please, just leave me alone. Silently praying for help, my savior before becoming my now attacker keeping me hostage in my own bedroom. Yet he still has to hurt me, which I don't doubt he could.

"You murdered people William. That's not okay."

Pulling his hand that is still partly covering my mouth downwards, his grip on me lessening when he stops pressing against me. I kick out with my feet, trying anything and everything to put distance between me and him.

"Murdered?"

Looking now deep in thought of what I said.

"I didn't murder anyone, but I may as well have. I am the reason they are dead."

For a ghost his body feels just like if he were alive, his skin slightly cooler than normal and a little bit paler. I stop pushing at his chest. My head starting to hurt with all the over whelming emotions I was dealing with and now a very confused person who has but hasn't killed people.

"Get away from me!"

Not trusting him. Nothing about this was straight forward I needed him gone. I needed him to leave me alone, so I was able to think. I hear a car drive up and park outside the house. Mum? She was meant to be back later. The sound of the front doorbell rings, William still cages me in. His body not moving away from mine.

"Leave."

I spit angrily at him, mustering all the courage and energy I had left. The doorbell continuing to ring. He hesitates for a second before finally stepping away from me.

"It's your boyfriend."

Boyfriend? Taking me a second to realize he was talking about Cameron the only other guy that has been to our house.

"He's not my boyfriend-well, I don't know yet."