Ghost Girl, chapter 12
"Mike, you're, quiet..." said Trè next morning. Mike grunted, went to get some coffee, then started yelling; "That fucking girls gone and nicked all my coffee again!"
"Now, now, Mikey, that's not very nice, is it?" Said Billie Joe sarcastically, coming in from his room.
"No, it's not," said Hannah materializing on Billie Joe's chair.
"Where am I going to sit?" Said Billie Joe; oblivious to the fact that Mike had fallen off his chair in fright. Hannah pointed at Très chair. "But Très sitting there!"
"I'm - not - hungry," said Trè robotically, standing up, walking over to the sofas and sitting on one. "Ok." Billie Joe sat down, and the chair collapsed. Mike laughed, Hannah laughed, Trè sat impassively on the sofa, as if waiting for a command.
"Hannah, leave him alone," said Mike, looking at Trè who sat on the sofa, staring into blank space.
"He is alone," replied Hannah. Mikes chair collapsed.
"That really wasn't funny," Mike said, picking himself up from the floor.
"Neither was you looking in my diary," said Hannah pointedly.
"Look, just bugger off. You've had your fun, now fuck off and leave us alone," Billie Joe almost shouted at Hannah, who sat calmly on her/Billie Joe's chair.
"That was uncalled for, and if that's your attitude..." Hannah looked scary again. Trè started screaming, it was obvious he was in real pain, he fell off the sofa and writhed on the floor, blood spurted out his chest, the room got colder and ice cracked on the windows.
Mike found breathing difficult but he had to stand up for Trè, "Just leave him alone! You're going to kill him!" he shouted. Trè stopped screaming, and lay panting on the floor, the blood stopped flowing, but the room got colder. "You're going to kill all of us. Why can't you forgive us and leave us in peace?"
"I can't," Hannah's reply was simple and sharp.
"Why?" It was Trè this time, he picked himself up and stared at the blood on his t-shirt.
"I can't forget and I can't forgive." Hannah closed her eyes and hung her head, "I don't want to. You killed me, and I find that sort of thing pretty hard to forgive."
"I'm sorry, Mike's sorry, Très sorry. We're all fucking sorry. I'm gonna regret this, why can't you leave us alone now?" Billie Joe did sound generally sorry.
Hannah didn't reply, she just stood up, walked out the room with her head hanging, no special effects of anything, she looked so...human.
***
"FUCK!" Trè yelled.
"What?" Mike and Billie Joe simultaneously called, as they ran into the sitting room where Trè was watching the news. Trè merely pointed to the TV screen where two smashed up cars could clearly be seen.
"Hundreds of fans mourn today as the rumor was confirmed earlier today. Two of the remaining three members of the English band; Lost Ghosts, died in hospital."
"Shit," Billie Joe muttered.
"Mayble and Taz, both seventeen, were killed instantly today when their car was hit by a speeding drink-driver. Hazel is still in hospital, in a critical condition. Fans pray she will pull through, more on this story as it develops."
Trè turned the TV off.
"Now, now, Mikey, that's not very nice, is it?" Said Billie Joe sarcastically, coming in from his room.
"No, it's not," said Hannah materializing on Billie Joe's chair.
"Where am I going to sit?" Said Billie Joe; oblivious to the fact that Mike had fallen off his chair in fright. Hannah pointed at Très chair. "But Très sitting there!"
"I'm - not - hungry," said Trè robotically, standing up, walking over to the sofas and sitting on one. "Ok." Billie Joe sat down, and the chair collapsed. Mike laughed, Hannah laughed, Trè sat impassively on the sofa, as if waiting for a command.
"Hannah, leave him alone," said Mike, looking at Trè who sat on the sofa, staring into blank space.
"He is alone," replied Hannah. Mikes chair collapsed.
"That really wasn't funny," Mike said, picking himself up from the floor.
"Neither was you looking in my diary," said Hannah pointedly.
"Look, just bugger off. You've had your fun, now fuck off and leave us alone," Billie Joe almost shouted at Hannah, who sat calmly on her/Billie Joe's chair.
"That was uncalled for, and if that's your attitude..." Hannah looked scary again. Trè started screaming, it was obvious he was in real pain, he fell off the sofa and writhed on the floor, blood spurted out his chest, the room got colder and ice cracked on the windows.
Mike found breathing difficult but he had to stand up for Trè, "Just leave him alone! You're going to kill him!" he shouted. Trè stopped screaming, and lay panting on the floor, the blood stopped flowing, but the room got colder. "You're going to kill all of us. Why can't you forgive us and leave us in peace?"
"I can't," Hannah's reply was simple and sharp.
"Why?" It was Trè this time, he picked himself up and stared at the blood on his t-shirt.
"I can't forget and I can't forgive." Hannah closed her eyes and hung her head, "I don't want to. You killed me, and I find that sort of thing pretty hard to forgive."
"I'm sorry, Mike's sorry, Très sorry. We're all fucking sorry. I'm gonna regret this, why can't you leave us alone now?" Billie Joe did sound generally sorry.
Hannah didn't reply, she just stood up, walked out the room with her head hanging, no special effects of anything, she looked so...human.
***
"FUCK!" Trè yelled.
"What?" Mike and Billie Joe simultaneously called, as they ran into the sitting room where Trè was watching the news. Trè merely pointed to the TV screen where two smashed up cars could clearly be seen.
"Hundreds of fans mourn today as the rumor was confirmed earlier today. Two of the remaining three members of the English band; Lost Ghosts, died in hospital."
"Shit," Billie Joe muttered.
"Mayble and Taz, both seventeen, were killed instantly today when their car was hit by a speeding drink-driver. Hazel is still in hospital, in a critical condition. Fans pray she will pull through, more on this story as it develops."
Trè turned the TV off.
