Author's Notes: I had to alter the last question on chapter 2, because I accidently wrote the wrong question! Lol
Spiderjuice: Garfield is BB yes, and Rachel is Raven lol.
I updated quick, because I'm spending the weekend at my Nan's, therefore writing a lot more!
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BX13: I updated soon! Lolz.
"Did you die in this house?"
"Yes." He stated plainly.
"Really? When? What room? Who by?" Garfield was staring at me as if I was a total lunatic.
"Sorry. Too many questions…right?"
"Yep."
"Can you answer any of them?"
"I can answer all of them, but I don't really want to."
"You don't have to – I know it's a tough subject."
For the third time that day, I found myself holding him in a tight embrace.
I don't know why, but I kept on hugging him; it was something I just found myself doing, with no explanation for why!
I felt something warm on my neck. I stole a quick glance at it, and realised Garfield was crying.
"Garfield…what's the matter?"
I truly did care for him didn't I – I'd barely known the guy two hours!
"It's…a tough subject…like you said." He managed between sobs.
"I told you – you don't have to tell me."
"No; you deserve to."
"I do?"
Why do I?
"You're the only person who's came here, and actually accepted me."
"Accepted you? Why wouldn't I?"
"Most people think because I'm dead, I'm strange…and they disapprove of me."
"I'd never disapprove of you. Maybe I was a little afraid at first, but you proved that I needn't be."
I felt sorry for him – it was like I was his only friend.
"The person who killed me. I don't remember much. It was so long ago."
I pulled away from hugging him and looked him in the eye. I was trying to show that I'd never think wrongly of him.
I felt something over my hand, and looking down, I saw his hand placed lightly over mine. I looked back up to him, and he was smiling. I couldn't help but smile back – and I didn't mind the fact that he had not locked his fingers with mine.
"You saw the vision, so you know how I died."
"Yeah…" I was lost in his eyes. I never realised how good looking he actually was. It was odd – he was dead, I was alive, and yet I seemed to be feeling something for him.
Is it possible for the living to love the dead?
Part of me hoped it was, and a minor insignificant part of me was disgusted at these feelings.
"I remember…a skull mask…and a tight black outfit. I don't remember anything else." He shrugged.
Oh how cute he looked he done that!
Looking back, I really enjoyed having him there with me…holding my hand, staring deep into my eyes.
He leant forward slightly. Was he going to kiss me?
He did – short, but sweet.
Question number three; (whilst smiling and feeling very happy!)
"Why do you remain?"