The Fact of Existing
Chapter 1: Betty
This is story for the band Young Guns, I love you guys. And also for Gustav Wood who held my hand.
I'll just come out and say it… I'm a ghost.
I hated my life and now I hate my death. Ironic isn't it?
I don't remember my death. Snow told me to that I tripped over my own feet and died at the side of the road. Wanted me to see how fragile life is.
My brother left my life when I was seven. When my mother died, my family broke down. Mother dead, father distant, brother absent. My life fell apart.
Isn't that how the story goes?
Should I blame my brother? If it weren't for him I wouldn't have left the house alone that night. I wouldn't have ended up in a ditch.
I've spent my death wandering around with nobody able to see me, all but the supernaturals.
Then I found my brother again. My brother, John Mitchell. There he was, my big brother- only with fangs.
He was a vampire- a vampire who couldn't see me. Is there something wrong with me…?
Despite everything I did, he didn't notice me. I'm a freak.
From that moment on I became truly invisible to the world- the living, the dead, the supernatural.
I've spent the last 63 years, 4 months and 3 days following my brother around. Hoping to find a cure. That he would see me, forgive me.
Now he's dead… Completely dead. I'm sorry for what I did.
Who needs me? I'll just let them down. He needed me but I couldn't help.
John once told me that was like him. I'd never let a dead solider rest 'cause I'm always searching for a sign of life, no matter how small. Some good it did me.
I will never be the same again.
Now I'm stranded on this godforsaken rock. Abandoned. Alone.
It's the fact of existing.
You exist until nobody needs you.
Okay, so I've gone over this chapter and I've made it better. As always, please reviews to tell me what you think. :)
"...Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win." - ριяяιρ