One's Love

Files And Ghosts

Sitting in his room, Emile grabbed the three files he had stolen. The yellow plastic felt strange in his hands, the edges being weirdly sharp. He slowly dragged one of the edges against his hand, blinking when he started bleeding slightly.
"Oh wow-" He mumbled to himself, giggling slightly. Emile shook his head, reminding himself of the task at hand,quite literally. Humming as he opened the file wallets, Emile crossed his legs. He started to read through, his eyes lighting up. There was so much information he could use to his benefit! He grabbed his notebook from his bedside table, pulled a pen from his shirt pocket and started scribbling down notes. Emile couldn't help but add some smiley faces and little doodles to the paper, wanting to make it more cheerful.
"Now, my favourite part. Going through Logan's file!" He exclaimed happily, gently picking up the yellow wallet. Feeling giddy, he quickly opened it up, reading all of Logans information. Emile smiled brightly even though he already knew half of the facts. He knew almost everything about Logan, and he couldn't wait until he knew absolutely all of it! He knew about Logan's medical history, his address, his birthday, the hospital he was born in, his social security number, his phone number, and more! Emile smiled lovingly at the thought of Logan, sighing happily.
"Thinking about someone special?" a voice called, smiling even though Emile couldn't see it. The boy turned red, but nodded.
"Oh, Daddy, he's just so perfect! He has the prettiest eyes in the entire world, they remind me of autumn. All the lovely brown leaves on the ground. And, and, he has the most adorable laugh! I don't get to hear it that much, but it's the cutest thing ever! His laugh is so different from how he acts infront of everyone, so soft and kind. Everyone thinks he's a cold hearted robot, but he's not, I promise Daddy! He's really kind and sweet, he just needs help coming out of his shell!" Emile rambled, speaking much softer than he normally did. The voice stayed quiet for a few moments. It was so silent you could hear Emile's heart beating in his chest as he waited for the reaction of the thing that had taken care of him for years. Then, a loud squealing sound filled the air, closely resembling a thirteen year old girl seeing Harry Styles.
"You have a crush! My baby has a crush! Oh, lord, I have to tell Papa!" It exclaimed happily. Emile groaned and said,
"No, Daddy, don't tell Papa-!" the voice went quiet before asking,
"Why not? He'd love to know that our baby is all grown up now!" He sighed, face palming.
"Because, Papa is way too overprotective! And besides, I'm not a baby. I'm fifteen, almost sixteen!" Emile explained, huffing at the end. Letting out a small giggle, the voice replied,
"I know, Emile. You'll be able to see me properly soon! Isn't that exciting? And, you'll be able have the car we promised you!"
"Oh my jellybean covered corpses! You're right!" Emile exclaimed, bouncing up and down on his bed. It was no secret to anyone that Emile wasn't normal. With his natural pink eyes, his habit of constantly talking to voices that no one else could hear, and his murderous tendencies, Emile was a strange person indeed. Ever since he was a child, he could hear the voices of people, but since no one else seemed to hear them, Emile began hiding his unique abilities from a young age. However, once he ran away from home, Emile realised that the voices were helpful. The voices cared for him. So, he started embracing his new friends and family that belonged only to him. He had formed an entire group of voices, each one having a different personality and different backgrounds. It was only when he was twelve that the voices explained that they weren't just voices, but they were ghosts.

"Aren't you supposed to see ghosts?" Young Emile asked, looking up from his book.
"Only in stories, Sweetie. In real life, you only see us when you're sixteen." One of the voices replied. The boy paused, thinking about this new piece of information.
"So, you're dead?" He questioned, not realising how many bad memories that could bring up. The voice chuckled nervously before answering with a simple,
"Yes."