Hello, hi, yes, wow this story has finally been updated? How exciting!
Is it exciting? Probably not, I'm probably just talking to a wall, because why is a college student still writing shit like this?
I don't know,
but I hope you enjoy!


It was Tuesday, of all days, Halloween in 2017 just happened to land on a Tuesday. Which almost makes it sound as if Halloween was mundane, but of course there was just no possible way for Halloween to be just another day when we lived in Whitechapel.

I'm sure Ethan emphasized how much I'm into Halloween, because it's true, I absolutely adore Halloween. Coming from Japan and England where neither cultures really celebrate something quite like the spooky spectacular holiday, when I came to America and found that there was a day for horror movies, costumes, and candy, I immediately fell in love. But that was also before I had moved to Whitechapel, before Halloween meant fake scares. The things on the screens like Poltergeist and IT weren't real, they were never meant to be real. Now, Halloween was when fears were animated right in front of your eyes. They touched you and spoke to you, they were so much more than just films on a screen.

It started as soon as we woke up that Tuesday morning, if you could call it waking up. When I opened my eyes, I was immediately met with unfamiliarity: Ethan and Benny who were on either side of me from what I last remembered were no longer even in the bedroom. They were never up before me. And while I would have normally been met with panic upon being unaware of their whereabouts, but I was nothing. I felt a ghost of myself, there was not only a lack of emotion, but there was a simple lack of me. I had no body weight. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and found that my feet made no sound when they hit the floor.

I was a puppet, I was limp and could not move of my own accord. As I made my way out of the bedroom and towards the bathroom I found that I was not moving myself, there was something else that seemed to direct me. But I also made no conscious effort to perhaps go against what was happening. I just simply let it happen.

Upon entering the bathroom, the lights themselves flickered on, and I turned to face myself within the mirror. There I was, a corpse, hollowed cheeks and sunken lifeless eyes. Gray skin and blue lips. But this was also unfamiliar, as after Ethan had that talk with me at the beginning of October, I had begun to take care of myself. The last I had looked in the mirror was when I washed my face before bed; I had even noted to myself how fuller my face looked even just after a month. But now, I was a skeleton.

And that was the first time I had felt something, but it was not shock like you would presume it to be. I was more perplexed, confused if you will, but I knew I was supposed to be shocked so why I was unable to feel any sort of strong emotion? But before I could question it much further, I floated out of the bathroom, and made my way down the stairs.

The house felt as if it were a horror movie, you know, when it's daytime during the movie, but something is about to move or make a noise when there's only the protagonist in the house; to still achieve a creepy effect, they've only dimly lit the home as if no one could bother to draw open the curtains? That's how it looked in the downstairs part of the house. Dark but just enough light to keep a false sense of security.

Of course, everything was deadly silent. There was absolutely no other sign of anyone else being in the house. There was not even the sound of cars on the street, or wind, or birds singing. There was nothing. I moved into the kitchen where there was not a thing out of place, everything was seemingly perfectly normal if it were not for the haunting atmosphere.

I turned around from having my back towards the entrance of kitchen to find Ethan had come in. Somewhere deep inside me was startled, somewhere deep inside me my heart skipped a beat, but it was only ever so faint.

Ethan's eyes were dark, a seething glare that I knew was supposed to tear into me, but it didn't. My eyes scanned over his thin, pale form, and my eyes met with his stomach that had been ripped open; now blood dripped like rain from the gash down his pants and onto the floor.

It was as if he had given himself an abortion...

Somewhere deep inside of me my stomach lurched and nausea washed over me, but all I did was stand and stare blankly at whatever was before me.

"You know I had to do it," Ethan finally spoke, his voice low and wicked. But somehow it was the loudest I had ever heard before.

"You really thought I couldn't tell that it was yours? Jesse was never going to be smart enough to put his semen in the potion. And of course you touched me first, because you can never keep your dirty hands off of me. So, of course I knew she was yours." Ethan hissed.

"There was no way I could keep her since she was half of you. How could I let someone grow up if I already knew they were going to be fucked up like you? Not to mention you would have had to help me take care of her...she would have been even more fucked up. I had to do it, you know I had to." the dark-haired boy continued.

That's what hurt the most. The fact that he had performed an abortion on himself because he knew I was the other parent. And he didn't want her to be like me. It was the first time I had felt any sort of pain throughout my person during this whole ordeal. It was the only thing that had made me feel like something.

"But I've realized...that's not enough. It's not enough to just kill our daughter. I need to kill the virus where it started." Ethan growled, his right hand raised to reveal a knife already covered in blood.

And for the first time, I made a movement that felt like my own, I raised my hand to reach out and stop him, but he grabbed my wrist.

"You're too weak to even try to save yourself, you anorexic bitch. God, I used to admire you for how strong you are. But fucking look at you know, pathetic attention whore." He murmured.

Ethan took the knife in his hand and slid it down the wrist he was holding, cutting into it. But it didn't hurt. It didn't feel like anything.

"Across the street for attention, down the river for hospitalization." was the last thing I heard before I drifted...


I already knew something was strange even before I opened my eyes, because I had not been jolted awake by the need to vomit.

But what was waiting beyond my closed eyes made waking up everyday for three months vomiting something I would endure for the rest of my life it meant what happened never happened again.

My eyes flickered open to find myself surrounded in darkness, with what only seemed to be a singular light shone down on my body. I attempted to sit up, but found that my wrists and ankles were strapped down disabling my movements. I whipped my head to either side of me to look for someone, anyone else in the room, where was Benny? Adison? Where was I exactly? My eyes adjusted to the darkness surrounding me and I found a coated figure not too far from my side. It was a masculine figure, hunched over what sounded like to be metal tools.

The figure turned to face me, it was an older man; with graying hair and glasses helped squinted, aged eyes. A surgeon's mask was wrapped around his ears and he pulled it down underneath his chin upon realizing that I was no longer unconscious.

"Oh, how unfortunate, you are awake." he mumbled, making his way towards me.

"W-who are you?" I questioned, struggling against my restraints as every fiber of my being told me I needed to flee.

"Really? Has Adison never told you about me before? How shameful, we talk too often for her to not mention me. But anyway, I'm Dr. Emerson; don't worry you won't have to know that name for too long. I am just here for a quick procedure." the man explained.

My eyes widened as the two connected in my brain. My house was an illegal abortion doctor's in house office. Dr. Emerson...he was the ghost of the doctor. A doctor who specialized in abortions...and I was pregnant.

"If you think you're performing an abortion on me, you are dead wrong! You will not touch me! ADISON! BENNY!" I screamed.

"Hey now, there is simply no reason to shout, and especially for your friends, they've left. They didn't want to be present when I operated on you." Dr. Emerson declared.

"What do you mean? They know what's happening to me right now?" I demanded.

"Of course they do, Adison is the one who told me I should do this. It took a little convincing for Benny to agree, but ultimately they've agreed this is what's best for you. Now, I was supposed to give you enough anesthetic that you were unconscious the whole time, but it seems I am out of practice." the doctor rambled slightly.

My heart trembled in shock. How could Adison and Benny plan to do something like this to me?

"Why? Why would they do something like this?" I wondered out loud.

"They love you, Ethan, they only have your best interest in mind. You are too young for a child. You have so much ahead of you, you haven't even graduated yet. There's so much of the world you should see, and you can't do that being a teen parent. They just want you to have a good life." he concluded.

"No, no, no, that can't be! They know how important my baby is to me! And one of them might be the other parent! How could they do something like this?!" I cried out, trying to break from my constraints once again.

"Ethan, this is what's best. Think about it, you don't even have a job. You have never worked a day in your life, you have nothing to support a child. Not to mention, you don't even know who the other parent is. What if it's Jesse? Do you really think he's going to show up for the birth? And then you and your baby die. It is not a stable situation. This is what is best." he pointed out.

I felt the familiar ache in my chest that I knew began when I was about to cry. Because there was something inside of me that wanted to have an abortion, something cowardly in me that just wanted the problem to end, because he was right. I couldn't give her a life she deserved, and if she was Jesse's there was a chance that we would both die. And although I had said I would die for her...if there was a large chance we would both die...then why not just save myself?

"I...can't...I can't do this." I sobbed, the tears streaming down into my hair.

"You don't have to do anything, Ethan, just relax." Dr. Emerson reassured me as he placed a breathing mask over my mouth and nose.


I awoke in the familiar bed of my best friend, the lack of both Ethan and Adison was familiar, because there were occasions when I was the last one to wake up. Nothing seemed to be out of place.

Except the sheets of the bed had been changed, they were no longer boy-ish like they had been before. They were a pretty gray with white and yellow stripes. Why had the sheets been changed though? I looked around to find that a lot of furniture was now unfamiliar.

And Ethan's computer set up in the corner had been replaced with a little white crib.

I pulled the sheets off of my body and quickly transitioned myself from laying in bed to out of the bedroom door and down the stairs. I peered into the living room to see that Jane was sitting on the couch watching television as if everything was normal.

But something wasn't normal.

I briskly walked into the kitchen to find Adison who was breastfeeding a baby.

"Oh, good morning, Benny." the dark-haired girl spoke sweetly, she looked down to check to make sure the baby was done before pulling down her shirt which had been pushed upward. She then proceeded to put the baby against her shoulder and burp them.

Okay, so, Adison was here...and clearly Ethan had the baby...but where was he?

I slowly walked over to Adison and the baby, I looked at her little face from over Adison's shoulder. She had a lot of hair, dark hair, and her eyes were a deep blue. She was a gorgeous baby, but...why did she unsettle me then?

"Adison...where's Ethan?" I mumbled.

She looked up at me with saddened eyes and took my hand in hers.

"Benny...you know this...Ethan's dead." she answered glumly.

I felt my heart fall straight from my chest cavity into the pit of my stomach. No, there was no way. There was absolutely no way that my best friend was dead.

"But...she's here. How can she be here if he's not?" I questioned, my heart racing and my hands shaking. Panic completely overtook my person, Ethan just could not be dead. I didn't know how to exist without him. I couldn't live without him.

"Don't you remember? It was just too much, the birthing process...it just was too much, his body was never meant for something like childbirth. Not to mention we didn't reach him in quite enough time. While we were able to save Cadence, we weren't able to save Ethan." Adison explained.

That triggered something in my brain and I was met with the memory of Ethan in a hospital-like setting, screaming his heart out, with Jesse and some mysterious hooded woman. The woman was performing the teleportation spell, but...because the baby wasn't Jesse's, it wasn't working, it was only hurting Ethan. Then there was Adison, Sarah, Erica, and I bursting into the room. Another flash and both Jesse and the woman were gone, it was just us; I was performing the teleportation spell, because the baby was Adison's.

But that was the last of my memory.

My Ethan. My Ethan was dead, not even because the baby was Jesse's, but because she was Adison's and we were unsuccessful in reaching Ethan in time to save both of them.

I felt my vision focus into the present and without another word to Adison, I ran out of the house.

But as I opened the door to run out of the house, I was met with a long concrete hallway.

And I could hear him, I could hear Ethan screaming. I had heard him scream before, like when we were scared, but this...this was different. This was Ethan screaming out in agony, I could nearly feel it myself.

"Benny?! What are you doing there just standing?! Come on!" Adison hissed at me, I watched as she ran ahead of me with Erica and Sarah trailing behind her. And of course, my legs eventually worked themselves into the same sprint as the girls.

In front of us, at the end of the concrete hallway, were double doors that the girls simply shoved past with ease. Behind the doors was a hospital-like room, and in the middle of the room was Ethan...heavily pregnant and clearly in labor.

I was reliving the same memory.

My stomach churned and my head ached at the confusion of it all.

What was happening? Where was I? Was this a dream...a nightmare perhaps? What was it that I was seeing? And why?