I'm not a good writer, but I do hope to improve eventually ^^ I hope people enjoy this ^-^
Warning: This fic contains scenes of (attempted) self harm.
(This is also a little bit Ectofeature.)
Billy stared at his forearms, cold and blue. Sitting on the floor of Spencer's room. He held a kitchen knife in one hand, ready to slice into his flesh. Or it would, but he was a ghost, he didn't have flesh. He knew it wouldn't work, but tried regardless. The knife passed through his arm, leaving the ghost unharmed.
Again. And again. Each time, the knife passed through him, and each time, he felt part of him loose hope.
Knowing that nothing would change, Billy continued to slice at his arm, then moved to stab at his stomach, then his neck. Desperate to feel physical pain, the ghost broke down. Frantically, he sliced at his body to no avail.
Tears covered his face, and sobs shook him. He needed to feel something. Anything. He didn't want to be dead. He hurled the knife across the room, it bounced off the wall and fell to the floor.
And that's when Spencer walked in.
Hearing the boy enter, he quickly turned to face him, but regretted his decision. Spencer's face filled with shock, so did Billy's.
Feeling as though he needed to give an explanation, Billy began to speak, "I... I, um..." But each stutter brought more tears to his eyes, and he couldn't stop them from falling.
Spencer walked over slowly and then knelt down next to the ghost. "It's ok," he offered a hug, which was accepted, "I'm here for you."
Billy was silent, save for the occasional sob that he couldn't hold in.
The two sat of the floor for a long time. Billy had calmed down, the feeling of crying still lingered on his face; it bothered him that it was one of the only thing he could still feel. He sighed, "I... I'm sorry..." he whispered. If he hadn't been so close to Spencer then he wouldn't have heard.
Spencer held him a little closer, "You don't have to apologise." His voice was almost as quiet as Billy's. He could feel the ghost wanting to protest, but it seemed he didn't have the energy.
For now, both were content just sitting there, arms wrapped around one another. And that was another thing Billy was still glad he could feel; the warmth of a hug.