Author's Note: Just a quick little note before the chapter starts...Random of fact of the day: Memphis' ability to talk to ghosts is actually based on myself. Well, the voices in my head call themselves ghosts, but I don't know if they really are or not...And Billy is one of my ghost friends...Don't ask. Anyway, thanks for reading! Enjoy the chapter!
"Memphis, what's wrong?"
The voice echoed inside her head.
"Billy, shut up!" she shouted, throwing herself against the wall, as if it would knock out the voices ringing inside her mind.
"But…But…" Billy stuttered.
Billy was a ghost. At least that's what Memphis wanted to believe. But she had to face the truth…
"Look, Billy," she said, turning back around and leaning against the cold blue wall, "You're only a figment of my immagination. It just won't work out."
"I'm…sorry…" Billy answered weakly.
The familiar tingling sensation came over Memphis again, and the warmth of Billy's arms surrounded her.
"I…love you…"
Tears stung Memphis' dark brown eys, as she rested her head on Billy's invisible shoulder. She felt helpless again. She had to get rid of Billy…Though she did like the company.
"Run."
"What?" Memphis asked, this time in her head.
"You have to run."
"From what?"
She heard Billy scream out in pain.
"Billy!?" Memphis cried, rushing to the center of the room, feeling around uncertainly for him.
No answer.
"Billy…" she said, a tear rolling down her cheek.
She quickly wiped it away, before one of her parents walked in, so she wouldn't have to explain what happened.
"Come closer, child…" another voice in her head hissed.
"Who's there?" she asked.
Again, no answer. Memphis nervously looked around the room. She felt a sudden pain in her left shoulder. She spun around, looking again.
"Who's there?!" she shouted, now afraid of this strange new ghost.
Invisible hands grabbed her, and she struggled to escape.
"Let go!"
She was thrown against the wall, and sent tumbling to the floor.
"You should learn to keep your nose out of things, girl," it hissed again.
A sharp pain started in Memphis' neck, and she lost her breath.
"Humans shouldn't dabble in things they don't understand."
Memphis stumbled up on her feet and ran away. She couldn't take it anymore. Billy was gone, and his killer, if he was really killed, was after her now. She wanted to die. She wanted to be with Billy…
Before she could think, her feet took off and she was running through the hall, down the stairs, through the kitchen, only stopping to pick up what was the biggest knife in the house, and out the door.
Before she could think, her feet took off and she was running through the hall, down the stairs, through the kitchen, only stopping to pick up what was the biggest knife in the house, and out the door.
She hadn't heard what her parents said, or anything else for that matter. The only thing Memphis could hear were her own raging thoughts…
The strong ocean winds touseled her wavy brunette hair as she stumbled down the wooden steps and onto the dirt path. It was a cold, but clear night, with the first stars appearing out from the deep midnight blanket of the night sky. The dirt beneath her feet soon turned to sand, and she soon reached the beach. The cold winds stung her face, whipped her hair, and the sound of ocean waves crashed in her ears.
Memphis threw herself down onto the cool sand in defeat, sobbing and slicing herself with the knife. Before she knew it, she was bleeding heavily, but she couldn't feel it.
"You're a fool, child, you know that?" the voice hissed behind her.
Memphis spun around and what she saw made her blood run cold. The voice had come from a skeleton, still with bits of its old flesh still stuck on its bones. It stared at her with red gleaming eyes, and grinned a boney smile splattered with blood-
Memphis' eyes burst open as she awoke from her dream. Bathed with sweat, she glanced around. She craned her neck to peek out the barred window. The starry sky sparkled and shone into her gloomy padded cell. She sighed and closed her eyes.
It was another dream from her past. She had fainted after seeing the strange skeleton ghost, only to awake inside the dark brown walls of the Rutledge Clinic and Asylum.
She tried to get back to sleep. At last she slowly dozed off, listening to the lullaby of rattling chains, moans, and screams of the mad…