Chapter 2;
A/N: Chapter 1 was very long, I almost forgot to not make it too long and give away a lot, but heres chapter 2, made just after the story was published (:
I never realized what It would be like to be approached upfront by a ghost and know it was them, but now I do. Jayde was pale, and looked even paler when Tate appeared behind me, his presence very noticeable and very irritating."Tate, did I say you could come? NO! Ugh you're hopeless. Go away." Tate disappeared and I smiled happily.
I introduced myself to Jayde as she calmed down and warmed up to me. "We know you're going to ask, 'OH MY GOD, HOW CAN I SEE AND HEAR YOU IN PERSON?!', it's because this house keeps us alive in a sense if you die in it." I explained. "Also, don't worry, most my time is spent in this attic so we can clean it for you, well, at least I can." Jayde nodded, probably having a million questions swirling in her mind. "How do you know about that?" she asked wearily. "We hear everything, mostly only if we want to.." I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.
"I watch you a lot. We're very much in common, besides the fact I'm dead. I've been dead for 5 years, I should be 22 right now, but nope. I'm forever 17 and stuck in this house. My family was the latest to die here." I added in some background motioning down the staircase, "Lets go to your room, the attic can wait. If your parents come, I can easily disappear." We both made our way silently down the stairs, my stomach jumping in joy at not being lonely anymore as we made our way into her room, and my room. The second the door was shut, I felt someone else inside the room. "Whoever you are, go away." I sighed my frustration at never getting privacy. Margaret appeared, Smiling at me and Jayde. "I just wanted to play tea party." I bent down and caressed her burnt face. "Not now, girls, i'm busy. Go away." I snapped and she went away to go back to the basement. We talked about her life, her school and her lessons and work, constantly listening for others and talking quietly. I listened to the footfall of one of the other inhabitants and looked at Jayde before disappearing into the attic, never knowing when Jayde will be alone again for us to talk.
"Violet, can we please talk?" Tate's voice echoed in my thoughts as I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, he had been touching me for 15 minutes now, and I felt his rough hands touch my hair yet again. I sat up and slapped his hand away from me, about done with his shit. "Don't you dare think you can touch me." I removed the thin covers of the attic cot in a effort to get away from him and stumbled to the window hoping to maybe focus my attentions on the changing world I'd never get to be a part of and I looked out to just see Jayde leaving, she looked back at first, and I caught her eye before she got on to the bus I used to get on five days a week to go to a hell I miss wasting my time at.
"Violet please.." I felt his hand on my shoulder and turned around. "What the flying fuck do you want?! This best be worth my time." I snapped as I shrugged my hands through my hair, which I wish would get longer so I could do things with it. "I want to be mutual with you, at least be friends. You're not the only lonely one. Everyone here hates me..."
Ok, what did he just say? I laughed, i laughed so hard I sobbed and I sobbed so much I was on the floor. I wiped my humor tears away. "I WONDER WHY THEY HATE YOU. You totally didn't murder so many people and rape my mom and do god knows what else. You're the spitting image of a angel." I replied to his very stupid question sarcasticaly. Tate gave me a look of agreement as I stood up and smoothened my outfit out.
"Go away.." I used the only privacy I had to make him leave and decided to go on a walk with whatever energy i possessed.
Time seemed to slow as I walked, ran and jogged throughout the city. This is the first time I have been outside in 2 months, and it was quite refreshing. I kept my head low and hair in a bun to avoid suspicion, a young girl not in school during a Monday,(A/N: there was a two day timeskip i forgot to mention) not that there would be too much. I had to have been out for two hours, because by the time I got home the parents were gone and they usually go to work at 9:45 at their office they both work at, probably spending their days fucking in a cubicle- and I woke up when Jayde was leaving for school at 8:15. Once I got inside, I checked to make sure the coast was clear and I poured myself a glass of milk, and took a cigarette from the new pack I haven't opened in two days, which was a weird combination- milk and smokes.. I took a drag. This reminded me of one of the songs I listened to, and I took my phone from the pocket of my jeans, seeing my text box empty and turned on the song Nicotine by Panic! At The Disco, and rolled my sleeves up, exposing my scars for anyone to see.
"Cross my heart and hope to die
Burn my lungs and curse my eyes
I've lost control and I don't want it back
I'm going numb, I've been hijacked
It's a fucking drag
I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you
So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do
You're worse than nicotine
You're worse than nicotine"
I dump out my cigarette and jump as I hear the voices of multiple of the ghosts, Chad, Patrick, my parents and the baby, all of them except the baby trying to speak over the loud music. "Hey Violet." They all say in unison and I nod back at them, surprised by seeing them since it's been very quiet lately. I proceed to lower the music and awkardly rolling my sleeves up, and as much as I want to pry, I don't. "Jayde knows I'm here." I say bluntly as their eyes widen. Their entire existence meant they were never found. "She felt me watching her, talked to me, Tate came.. I didn't know she'd hear him. I had no choice, she might as well have known. She just thinks its me, and him. Don't worry..." I lie, she couldn't know Tate, all she knew was there were two of us. Chad and Patrick, them having been here the longest out of the group before me seem to be the most startled.
"I guess thats ok, as long as she doesn't know too much." Chad and Patrick turn to walk away, probably to go have some "fun together", which we all know is gay sex. Chad turns around at the last moment, gesturing a heart with his hands, "Maybe you, Jayde and Tate can have your own fun." My parents turn to shoot them evil looks, knowing he is implying sex. I roll my eyes and they walk away into the basement and I return to the attic, wrapped up in my own life, in my own world.
(A/N: Chapter 2! This took me until 7:17 PM to write. I know its boring right now, give it a chapter or two.)
