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Suicide
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The three entered the empty apartment slowly. They walked into the bathroom, glasses and clear jackets on, ready to collect the next ghost. They stared at the bathtub, Cyrus had told them Dana Newman's tragic story of how she had thrived for perfection all her sad life, and finally when she gave up on achieving it, slit her wrists in the bathtub. Of course he left out the part about mutilating herself first, and being equipped with the kitchen knife she had used.
They looked around the bathroom... nothing unusual. Alex turned to walk away from the tub, just then the whole room seemed to flash... Alex looked down at the floor, it was no longer white, but covered in blood, and written on the floor in the same blood, were the words "I'm Sorry".
The three gasped in horror at the sight of blood which covered the room, then they noticed what was sitting in the tub... the body of a young, blonde woman, gashed from head to toe, bathing in her own blood. She sat there, in her own world, not even noticing the three intruders, she just stared ahead, the same blank look on her pale drained face.
"Oh, god!" Alex shuttered, holding her hand to her mouth, trying to catch her breath.
The Angry Princess raised her head slowly, her eyes lined in running black eyeliner, her mouth smudged with red lipstick. She turned her head towards Alex, her eyes like dark pools, black bottomless pits.
The three backed away slowly, trying to not disturb the grotesque beauty anymore than they already had. But it was too late, she was angry and ready for revenge... Dana raised the bloody kitchen knife, she sprang from the tub with almost no effort as she lunged towards Alex. They ran from the apartment, almost falling down the stairwell as they rushed to the outside door.
Dennis swung open the door, almost hitting himself with it, Evy ran after him, jumping down the stairs, she got to the door when she stopped.
"Wait! Where's Alex!!!" she screamed.
Alex staggered down the steps, trying her best not to fall down them, she made it to the bottom step, then tripped. Alex fell face first, Evy ran to her, dragging her along to the door as she screamed madly.
"Cyrus!!! Goddamnit! We got to get the hell outa here! NOW!!!" Dennis shouted as he ran for the cube, Evy and Alex trailing after him.
Evelyn tripped over the concrete curb, dropping Alex as she fell backwards.
"Aaaahhhhh!!!!" Alex screamed as she peered through the clear glasses at the naked mutilated blonde that was standing over her with a kitchen knife.
Evy looked up at the ghost, she froze in fear. The ghost raised the knife above her head, then in a quick flash she thrust it into Alex' stomach!
"Noooo!!!" Evy shrilled at the sight of her best friend being impaled by the vengeful spirit.
"Oh god! No!" Dennis shuttered.
The Angry Princess raised the blade again, she plunged the knife into Alex' chest, her drained emotionless face showing no remorse as she towered over the bleeding girl. Serena and Henry ran over to where the incident was occurring, Dennis staggered straight to the curb, trying to stop the ghost, even though he was already too late.
Dana glanced at Evelyn's tear cover face, she then appeared over her, raising the knife over Evy, ready to strike again!
"No!" Dennis screamed, diving over Evy as the ghost drove the blade into his side. "Aaaahhhhh!!!" he whaled in pain as the blood poured from his side.
"Oh god, Dennis!" Evy said sobbing furiously as he collapsed next to her, unconscious.
The spells were sounded, the ghost was soon after trapped. Serena and Henry ran to help the fallen trio, while Cyrus and Kalina distracted themselves with the imprisoned spirit.
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Suicide:
(Narrator: Dennis Rafkin)
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Great! Just great! I've committed suicide!
And Alex... oh god, poor Alex, I hope she's okay, I pray she's okay, I know I don't pray enough... but still, its gotta help, right?
And Evelyn, I hope she's okay too, god, how could this happen, how could Cyrus just let this happen! Doesn't he have any compassion, isn't he a friend to anyone!?!
Shit! Its times like these that I need a painkiller!
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Dennis awoke, it was dark in the room, there was a dim light overhead, but it still took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dark. He looked around, he was in a hospital room, and there was someone else there with him... it was Evelyn.
"Hey." Dennis whispered groggily to the sleeping girl in the chair next to him.
Evy woke suddenly.
"Oh, hey." She said quietly, yawning slightly.
"Are you okay?" he asked her.
"That was supposed to be my question." She said sarcastically, trying to comfort him.
Dennis stared into her eyes, those sapphire eyes, they had a sadness to them... which reminded him of someone from the past. The tears began to well up in her eyes as she looked at him.
"What's wrong?" he asked confused and worried.
"Alex... she... she didn't..."
"Oh, god!" Dennis whaled, looking up at the ceiling in pain, pain from his sadness.
Evy began to weep, she hung her head, her light auburn curls falling in her face, hiding her grief. Her hand slipped onto the bed, bumping Dennis', neither of the two realized that they were touching.
"I..." Dennis stopped speaking, he looked down at his hand, Evy's rested on top of his... but there were no visions and no pain.
Evelyn looked up from crying, her eyes wet and red, she noticed the look on his face, and followed his eyes to what he seemed to be fixated on.
"How? What..." He asked confused, his head spinning.
"Oh, I... I can't be linked, ya know, read by another psychic... I should have told you, I forgot!" she mumbled, hating herself for everything that had happened.
"It's okay." He whispered, holding her hand to comfort her.
It was the first time Dennis had been able to touch someone with out pain since he was little... which made him realize why Evelyn's eyes seemed so familiar.
"This is gonna seem like a really stupid question, but humor me." He murmured.
"What?"
"Did you ever go to a school for the gifted in Maine?"
"What?" she asked again, a little confused.
"Nevermind, stupid question at a time like this."
"No, no I did go to this school, when I was like six or seven, it was for kids like me, us, yes. I think, yeah, it was in Maine. Why?"
He then knew who she was, Evelyn was the girl in the blue coat that was able to touch him when he was ten years old.
"No, reason, just a thought I guess."
Evy nodded.
"Where are we, what day is it?" Dennis asked.
"Oh, you're at a hospital in New York, you've been here for almost a week."
"God! Everything's like a fog!" he said, rubbing his eyes.
"You do know that you saved my life, right?" Evy asked nodding.
Dennis turned his head, looking straight into her eyes.
"Well what was I supposed to do, let you die?" Evy smiled slightly at his words. "I just wish I would have turned around sooner, been able to help Alex, God! I hate myself for not helping her!" he whaled with tears in her eyes.
"No, god! It's not your fault, don't feel that way!" Evy cried, reaching over the hospital bed, holding him.
Dennis hugged her back, they sat there for some time, just holding each other... what else was there to do at a time like that?
Suicide
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The three entered the empty apartment slowly. They walked into the bathroom, glasses and clear jackets on, ready to collect the next ghost. They stared at the bathtub, Cyrus had told them Dana Newman's tragic story of how she had thrived for perfection all her sad life, and finally when she gave up on achieving it, slit her wrists in the bathtub. Of course he left out the part about mutilating herself first, and being equipped with the kitchen knife she had used.
They looked around the bathroom... nothing unusual. Alex turned to walk away from the tub, just then the whole room seemed to flash... Alex looked down at the floor, it was no longer white, but covered in blood, and written on the floor in the same blood, were the words "I'm Sorry".
The three gasped in horror at the sight of blood which covered the room, then they noticed what was sitting in the tub... the body of a young, blonde woman, gashed from head to toe, bathing in her own blood. She sat there, in her own world, not even noticing the three intruders, she just stared ahead, the same blank look on her pale drained face.
"Oh, god!" Alex shuttered, holding her hand to her mouth, trying to catch her breath.
The Angry Princess raised her head slowly, her eyes lined in running black eyeliner, her mouth smudged with red lipstick. She turned her head towards Alex, her eyes like dark pools, black bottomless pits.
The three backed away slowly, trying to not disturb the grotesque beauty anymore than they already had. But it was too late, she was angry and ready for revenge... Dana raised the bloody kitchen knife, she sprang from the tub with almost no effort as she lunged towards Alex. They ran from the apartment, almost falling down the stairwell as they rushed to the outside door.
Dennis swung open the door, almost hitting himself with it, Evy ran after him, jumping down the stairs, she got to the door when she stopped.
"Wait! Where's Alex!!!" she screamed.
Alex staggered down the steps, trying her best not to fall down them, she made it to the bottom step, then tripped. Alex fell face first, Evy ran to her, dragging her along to the door as she screamed madly.
"Cyrus!!! Goddamnit! We got to get the hell outa here! NOW!!!" Dennis shouted as he ran for the cube, Evy and Alex trailing after him.
Evelyn tripped over the concrete curb, dropping Alex as she fell backwards.
"Aaaahhhhh!!!!" Alex screamed as she peered through the clear glasses at the naked mutilated blonde that was standing over her with a kitchen knife.
Evy looked up at the ghost, she froze in fear. The ghost raised the knife above her head, then in a quick flash she thrust it into Alex' stomach!
"Noooo!!!" Evy shrilled at the sight of her best friend being impaled by the vengeful spirit.
"Oh god! No!" Dennis shuttered.
The Angry Princess raised the blade again, she plunged the knife into Alex' chest, her drained emotionless face showing no remorse as she towered over the bleeding girl. Serena and Henry ran over to where the incident was occurring, Dennis staggered straight to the curb, trying to stop the ghost, even though he was already too late.
Dana glanced at Evelyn's tear cover face, she then appeared over her, raising the knife over Evy, ready to strike again!
"No!" Dennis screamed, diving over Evy as the ghost drove the blade into his side. "Aaaahhhhh!!!" he whaled in pain as the blood poured from his side.
"Oh god, Dennis!" Evy said sobbing furiously as he collapsed next to her, unconscious.
The spells were sounded, the ghost was soon after trapped. Serena and Henry ran to help the fallen trio, while Cyrus and Kalina distracted themselves with the imprisoned spirit.
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Suicide:
(Narrator: Dennis Rafkin)
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Great! Just great! I've committed suicide!
And Alex... oh god, poor Alex, I hope she's okay, I pray she's okay, I know I don't pray enough... but still, its gotta help, right?
And Evelyn, I hope she's okay too, god, how could this happen, how could Cyrus just let this happen! Doesn't he have any compassion, isn't he a friend to anyone!?!
Shit! Its times like these that I need a painkiller!
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Dennis awoke, it was dark in the room, there was a dim light overhead, but it still took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dark. He looked around, he was in a hospital room, and there was someone else there with him... it was Evelyn.
"Hey." Dennis whispered groggily to the sleeping girl in the chair next to him.
Evy woke suddenly.
"Oh, hey." She said quietly, yawning slightly.
"Are you okay?" he asked her.
"That was supposed to be my question." She said sarcastically, trying to comfort him.
Dennis stared into her eyes, those sapphire eyes, they had a sadness to them... which reminded him of someone from the past. The tears began to well up in her eyes as she looked at him.
"What's wrong?" he asked confused and worried.
"Alex... she... she didn't..."
"Oh, god!" Dennis whaled, looking up at the ceiling in pain, pain from his sadness.
Evy began to weep, she hung her head, her light auburn curls falling in her face, hiding her grief. Her hand slipped onto the bed, bumping Dennis', neither of the two realized that they were touching.
"I..." Dennis stopped speaking, he looked down at his hand, Evy's rested on top of his... but there were no visions and no pain.
Evelyn looked up from crying, her eyes wet and red, she noticed the look on his face, and followed his eyes to what he seemed to be fixated on.
"How? What..." He asked confused, his head spinning.
"Oh, I... I can't be linked, ya know, read by another psychic... I should have told you, I forgot!" she mumbled, hating herself for everything that had happened.
"It's okay." He whispered, holding her hand to comfort her.
It was the first time Dennis had been able to touch someone with out pain since he was little... which made him realize why Evelyn's eyes seemed so familiar.
"This is gonna seem like a really stupid question, but humor me." He murmured.
"What?"
"Did you ever go to a school for the gifted in Maine?"
"What?" she asked again, a little confused.
"Nevermind, stupid question at a time like this."
"No, no I did go to this school, when I was like six or seven, it was for kids like me, us, yes. I think, yeah, it was in Maine. Why?"
He then knew who she was, Evelyn was the girl in the blue coat that was able to touch him when he was ten years old.
"No, reason, just a thought I guess."
Evy nodded.
"Where are we, what day is it?" Dennis asked.
"Oh, you're at a hospital in New York, you've been here for almost a week."
"God! Everything's like a fog!" he said, rubbing his eyes.
"You do know that you saved my life, right?" Evy asked nodding.
Dennis turned his head, looking straight into her eyes.
"Well what was I supposed to do, let you die?" Evy smiled slightly at his words. "I just wish I would have turned around sooner, been able to help Alex, God! I hate myself for not helping her!" he whaled with tears in her eyes.
"No, god! It's not your fault, don't feel that way!" Evy cried, reaching over the hospital bed, holding him.
Dennis hugged her back, they sat there for some time, just holding each other... what else was there to do at a time like that?