Disclaimer: I have no association, affiliation, or ties with the movie A Haunting in Connecticut. The movie A Haunting in Connecticut is owned by Lionsgate Films. My only claim is over the pieces of the plot that differ from the original script and the OC Juliet. Likewise, all quotes from Romeo and Juliet belong to William Shakespeare. In this chapter, the song "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" belongs to George Harrison and the Beatles, and all past songs belong to their respective owners.

While My Guitar Gently Weeps

-Didn't I tell you? she chirped in a snide voice, sitting cross-legged in front of me, her eyes dancing with self-righteousness. Didn't I tell you that becoming involved with this paranormal shit would be the end of you? As well as letting yourself inflate into this useless bulk. You see, don't you? When you let yourself be led along by these things, when you consume into the gluttonous state you so enjoy, you are the one who loses. Don't you see? You cannot make your way without me. You cannot manage without me.

-You're right, I sighed, letting my head fall into her gentle, caressing hands, and allowing her long fingernails to dig into my scalp and massage me like a mother to a child. You're right, like always. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you before. You know what's best for me. I'll listen to you from now on, I promise.

-You should, love. I'll make you beautiful, more beautiful than you have ever dreamt of being in your life. It will be just like it was back home. We'll be champions, we'll be stars, we'll rule the night with our perfect bodies. We'll be unstoppable, you and me! Though I wanted to push her away, her fingers in my hair were too good to resist, and even Jonah's begging eyes couldn't break me away from her.

-Oh, Juliet–

-You shut up! she screeched at him, but didn't leave my side. Her screaming in my ears throbbed out a rhythm in my head. This is your own fault, you stupid, prodding poltergeist! Leave us to ourselves. Let it be, you stupid, prodding poltergeist, she hissed, petting my hair. I reached out for Jonah, but she held down my arm.

-Oh, Juliet. "Arise fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid art more fair than she–"

-STOP IT! she erupted, throwing herself at him and ripping at him. I knew she wanted him gone, but she could not have that, for he was tied to me.

-"With love's light wings I did o'er-perch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out, and what love can do that dares love attempt." She pushed against his chest, but he walked directly through her, approaching me. His touch was not stone-cold, but warmer and gentler than hers, and it satisfied me too much more than hers. I relaxed into his white hands, and my eyes watered.

-Jonah, I whispered, leaning my head against his chest, soft but strong. Jonah, please. Jonah, don't leave me with her, please. Don't let her hurt me anymore, please, Jonah. Don't let her, Jonah, don't let her hurt me. He pressed his lips to my forehead and ran his hands down my arms.

-I won't let her, Juliet. I won't let her hurt you anymore, love. She can't hurt you while I'm here. She's not going to hurt you. I'll keep her away, my love. She won't touch you while I'm here. I took to his words, feeling that there was no way they were untrue, for he was Jonah. He knew what was right. He knew what would become of her and me and everything. And he would make it all right.

"Sleep," he convinced me, and she watched off to the side, tears dripping from her eyes. I had never seen her cry before. That angry expression, yes, it was often present. But tears were something she had never attempted, never once. I threw my arms around his neck and did as he told me.

Juliet? Juliet, honey, can you hear me? Juliet, come on. Please get up, for me.

Sara? Sara? Was that you?

What's that, honey? Jone...Jonah? Wendy, has she ever mentioned a Jonah to you? A boyfriend or some boy at school or something?

No, she's never...she never mentioned anyone by that name. Jonah, was it, Aunt Sara? The name was Jonah?

Wendy? Sara? Were they both there? Why weren't my eyes opening? Where was Jonah?

"Mmm?" I hummed, sitting up with a horrific ache in the back of my head. I groaned in pain, and lay back down. Sara and Wendy swooped down on me, asking too many questions at once. My head spun. "Slow down, guys. God."

"Oh, honey," Sara mumbled, running her fingers through my hair gently, kissing my forehead and holding me close to her. "You feeling any better? Wendy said you passed out when you guys were playing hide and seek with Billy and Mary."

"I'm okay, just a little bit dizzy. Dinner gonna be soon? I'm freaking hungry." They laughed at me, and Wendy patted my shoulder with tears in her eyes.

"It should be done soon, loser. You ready for it? You seemed a little sick before, kid." She ruffled my hair gently, and nudged me softly. They got up, holding out hands to help me up myself. I shook my head adamantly, pushing my hands hard against the bed.

"Could you guys give me a second? I'll be ready to eat in a little while, I just need a minute on my own." Wendy nodded, and Sara squeezed my shoulder once more. They exited out the door and shut it behind them, leaving me alone in silence. I breathed deeply, looking about the room. "Jonah?" I whispered, and a soft hand fell down upon mine. His eyes were huge and sad and were dripping with ghostly liquids.

"Juliet, I'm so sorry. You won't have to deal with her anymore, I swear to you, my love. She'll never be around you anymore, she'll never hurt you again. You'll live in peace, Juliet, she will never interfere with your life ever again." He pressed his lips to my hair, and went into the thicket of it over and over, until I turned to him and rammed my mouth onto his hard, my fingers on his shoulders. In the beginning, he replied with fervor, crushing his being onto mine, holding me close to him, and running his hand down my back and migrating to my side, resting down on my hip. And then, he released me, flinging himself away from me.

"I'm sorry," I muttered, putting my hands into my lap, missing the feel of his unreal lips upon mine. Jonah nodded, backing away still very slowly, twisting his hands together uncomfortably. "Jonah, I really–I am, it was my fault. I just...I think maybe sometimes I want too much..."

"I understand, Juliet, I completely understand...I'm so sorry. It can't be, I know, but...sometimes I wish we could." He came closer again, lying beside me and holding my neck, with my face pressed against his chest. And then, he tried to run his hand down my cheek and it floated through. It was the first time he had tried to do something with me physically and failed. He held me closer, or attempted at least, and I just slipped through like he was fading. "I must go. I'm sorry, I feel as though something horrible is about to happen. I need to hold them back. I'm sorry," he whispered, and then he was gone.

I walked cautiously to the door, feeling the floor beneath me so carefully. It felt fragile and I didn't trust it to support me. I didn't trust the walls, the doors, the table and the chairs at dinner. We all prepared to say grace, but as I fixed my hand into Matt's, a jolt zinged up my arm and into my chest and we were no longer Matt and Juliet. He was Jonah and I...I was nothing, a flicker of light hovering above the scene, and there was somewhere a flicker beside me. It was Matt, and I felt our connection back to now, the tingle that told me they were still with us somewhere, that Billy, Mary, Wendy, Sara, Peter, they were still all waiting for us to just snap out of it.

Jonah glanced at us nervously, and then he began to twitch uncontrollably, shaking, his extremities jerking so that he looked as though he was having a seizure, but then, something ugly and terrible happened.

His face, previously arranged into a horribly pained expression, went entirely slack, and his head dropped down onto the table before him, our table, and he continued to convulse, but this time, as his head lay down on the table, from his mouth dribbled a clear, saliva-like substance. And he sat back straight up. He looked like he was in pain again, and he seemed to vomit up some new substance, and it hung precariously in the air. The woman beside him smirked, looking as though she felt...powerful. I shut my eyes tight and my throat closed up. And then my hand slipped out of Matt's and the spark was broken.

When we got back, it felt like more than time was distorted–my ears were ringing painfully and my head swirled and I felt like I was going to pass out again, or throw up. Jonah sat in the corner, in burnt form, his head hanging shamefully down so that he could stare into his lap. Matt excused himself, and Wendy followed quickly, but I sat there in a daze, with the rest of them, minus Jonah, all gaping at either me or the door the two of them had just exited through. I quickly swallowed down two bites of Sara's meatloaf and gulped down a sip of water before pushing myself away from the table, muttering some excuse, and dashing up the stairs to vomit it all back up.

I rested my head against the cold toilet seat, reaching for the flusher with a quivering hand. The chunky brownish stuff swirled all down, all away, and for a moment, a feline-like face was reincarnated in my mind. She disappeared with a sneer and I tried to rid my brain of her once more. Her laugh echoed in my ears, and my stomach heaved once more.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I washed my face and brushed the puke out of my mouth. The figure in the mirror had become her, but the figure looked thinner, if that was possible, frailer, and gaunt. She was no longer glamorous or beautiful, but pitiful and ugly. I looked away, and hummed anything that would get my mind off her.

I look at the world

And I notice it's turning

While my guitar gently weeps.

With every mistake

We must surely be learning

Still my guitar gently weeps...

-Oh, Juliet...