Hey guys I'm back sorry to leave you hanging. I already have six more chapters already written but it's so hard to find time to proof read it, cut certain things or check for mistakes. Knowing me there are still a ton still in there, so if you see any let me know. Side note, my story is a combination between the play and the musical so certain aspects may be confusing if you've only seen the musical. Well anyway let's move on with the story shall we?

Warning: adult language or swearing, really whatever you want to call it

The graveyard looked even more gloomy and dismal in the dark. Ilse carefully stepped over each grave and desperately tried to distract her mind from thinking about how she is above dead bodies, for that thought terrified her deeply.

After moments of her stomach constantly churning at looking at every gravestone, Ilse finally found the plain white marble slate which read:

"Here lies the body of

Moritz Frances Steifel

May his soul forever rest in peace"

Ilse always hated that gravestone because it has nothing nice said about the dead boy who lay beneath it. Moriz was an intelligent, sweet kind hearted boy, who was the best pirate a person could wish for. It felt like no one even cared for him or even bothered to acknowledged his existence.

Ilse gently place the lavender beside his name. "Rest in peace old friend" Ilse weeped "why didn't I come back when I heard your calls? I'm such a bitch I want to kill myself. Oh what would I do to see your face just one more time". Ilse slowly reached into the pocket of the shirt she was wearing and withdrew the silver pistol which she took from Moritz cold dead hands. She gentle stroked the barrel of the gun and brought the gun to her lips, she kissed the cold metal before placing it next to the lavender.

"Ilse you're not a bitch so don't call yourself such a down grading name. You're so beautiful and don't deserve such a horrid name". Ilse eyes grew in shock, she slapped her self hard on the head to stop hearing that painful voice. "Ilse please look at me!" The voice pleaded. "Stop playing such a cruel joke. Well is it funny to bring me pain?" Ilse yelled with her hands clutched over her ears and started to rock back and forth in a ball. "Ilse it me. Please Ilse just look up" the voice begged. Ilse shuck her head and looked above to gravestone to see Moritz.

Ilse screamed at the sight of him. He looked the exact same as he did after he killed himself, the same image that causes Ilse to become a insomniac. "Sorry" he chuckled "I don't look as handsome without most of my head do I?".

"But how? You're there" she asked shakily pointing at the gravestone in front of her. "It's complicated" Moritz sighed and rubbed what was left of his head. "Oh Moritz please forgive me" she sobbed "it's my fault that you're dead". "Ilse. Stop blaming yourself. I was going to kill myself anyway I already planned it before I met you" Moritz explained to his quivering friend. "But why?" Ilse asked through heart retching sobs.

"I failed my end of semester exams which means I'll no longer be welcome into school. My father heard about it he slapped me, he called me a failure and said that he'd want a dead son than a living disappointment. So I decided that I disappointed everyone and the world would be better off with out me. I now regret that decision especially after I've seen how much pain I've put you threw and that I'm sorry" he sighed, Moritz wanted to reach out and comfort her like he used to do. But now if he touched her,Ilse would join him in the afterlife.

Ilse wiped the fallen tears from her cheeks she looked up at Moritz "I've always hated your father" Ilse gave a light hearted laugh. "He was a son of a bitch" Moritz added "it's sweet of you to bring fresh flowers to my grave. It makes me feel like I was loved and that someone used to care about me". "Moritz you will always be loved and cared about. I've missed you a lot and I wish that you were still alive. We made a promise we were going to be pirates together forever" Ilse started to cry again.

"Ilse please forget about me. Please I'll only bring you heartache and the hope of a life that we'll never live. I can see the damage I've already done to you. Look you used to have such a beautiful figure and now it's the figure of a skeleton, your once bright happy eyes are now red and irritated and that purple welt on your forehead you made that because you couldn't sleep because every time you did all you would see is my dead body. Please, Ilse I don't want to hurt you anymore." Moritz sighed and looked at Ilse and tried to convince himself that this was the best idea.

"Shut up" Ilse screamed. Moritz face lit up in horror, he was taken back by her action. "Moritz how can I forget you when you're always on my mind? I love you and I'll never stop loving you." Ilse shouted at the dead ghost in front of her, Ilse reached for Moritz pistol and lifted it to her temple. "How many bullets are left? Please say that there is enough to end this misery." Ilse screamed with tears streaming down her gently tilted her head back and pulled the trigger. She closed her eyes and smiled with the thought of death.

But she could do it. She opened her eyes, threw the gun on the ground and returned into a sobbing ball.

Moritz who had just watch the whole thing felt helpless that he couldn't knock the gun out of her hand or even comfort her, he just prayed that she wouldn't try to kill herself again.

"Goodbye Ilse" Moritz whispered, he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud to the crying girl.

"No please don't say that. Last time you said that you killed yourself. Goodbye doesn't bring pleasant things to me" Ilse pleaded at Moritz in hope that he could say "I'm really alive Ilse and I will never leave you again".

Ilse looked up at the ghost only to find out that he left her. Ilse started to question wither Moritz was there or not?, or if she was going insane?. She picked up the gun of misery and ran into the forest.

Melchior was alone in his room. It was completely still apart from the roars from the fire and the sound of a quill being dragged on a page.

The slighlence was disturbed by the sound of a fist pounding on the oak door that lead to Melchior's room.

"Yes?" Melchior asked the person who stood the other side of the door.

"Melchior it's me sweetie. A letter has came addressed to you" his mother responded. "Very well come in" Melchior placed the quill into a pot of ink and turned to face the door.

Melchior's mother placed the envelope that read his name on the fount on his desk. "Dinner will be at six" she announce before existing the room. Melchior waited till he could no longer hear the sound of his mothers shoes hit the tiles that covered the hall. When her foot steps were no longer audible, he cousily opened the envelope.

The letter read:

Dear Melchi

I know it's been a long time since you have heard from me. You're probably wondering how its possible for me to talk to you. But there is something I have to tell you, Ilse is becoming dangerously thin and is looking more like death every day. She's been like this ever since she found my body, she screams in her sleep and she is constantly crying, she is trying to kill herself. I know that because Ilse came to visit my grave yesterday baring flowers for me, she withdrew the same gun I used to end my life from her shirt and pointed it to her temple. Ilse burst into more tears and threw the gun on the ground.

I'm scared Melchi because she is a beautiful girl with a bright future ahead of her, I don't want to see her dead. Please Melchi for the sake of our friendship please promise me this, that you will take Ilse into your home and protect her and to make sure she doesn't try to kill herself. Please Melchi surely you don't want to see another death of a friend? Do you? If you agree to this deal you will find her in the artist colony in Paprika. Just look for a skeleton like girl with blood shot eyes and a broken smile. If you do let her into your home I'll be internally grateful.

Yours sincerely

Moritz

Melchior finished reading the letter with confusion. "How can Moritz contact me though death? Or is this a sick joke somebody is playing on me?" He thought to himself.

"Well who else knew of ilse's whereabouts? Or that much detail of her current appearance?".

Melchior decided to grant his dead friend's wish by looking for Ilse tomorrow after school.

So tell me what did you think? Good? Bad? I want to know. Also if you are confused the reason why Moritz can't touch ilse is because in the play in the final scene Melchior just finds out about Wendella's death and Moritz apears (holding his head). He tells Melchior that being a ghost is that bad and that they should shake hands. It is later revealed that if Melchior did shake Moritz's hand he would die. Also in the play Ilse says to Martha at the funeral that she saw Moritz dead body and took his gun as something to remember him by.

Till next time, stay awesome

maureen xxx