Ghost Girl, chapter 13
Ok, I know that everyone hates Avril Lavigne, but bare with me, I'm only using her lyrics because they best suited this part, OK? If you really hate her that much, don't bother reading this part.
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*Hannah's Point of View*
My power's draining. Everything I stand for is being taken away, so I'm fading. Taz and Mayble are dead; I'm dead, but Hazel's still alive. Hazel won't be alive for long, when she finds out Taz and Mayble are dead, she'll kill herself. If I was still alive, I'd lend her Shadow.
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*Très Point of View*
I put the radio on, it's Avril Lavigne, "Nobody's Home", but I can't be bothered to turn it off. Instead, I let the whole thing wash over me; I'm not really listening, anyway...
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*Normal Point of View*
When Hazel was allowed to go, the first place she went was Mayble's old house, Hannah's old house.
'I couldn't tell you
Why she felt that way
She felt it every day,
I couldn't help her
I just watched her make
The same mistakes again.'
Hannah watched Hazel walk into the house and walk upstairs. Hazel walked into Hannah's old room and lay on the black bed, staring at one of the posters; it was of a dragon. Hannah had lain there for so long, three years ago, talking to Hazel on the phone, and now, she was gone; Hazel got up and reached for Shadow. She smiled as it cut into her arm, and she tasted blood for the first time in five years.
***
*Mike's Point of View*
'What's wrong, what's wrong now
Too many, too many problems
Don't know where she belongs
Where she belongs.'
I sigh as I watch Trè just sit on the sofa and stare at the screen in much the same way he did when Hannah was controlling him, but she's not. We haven't heard from her for two days.
That's when she appears, but unlike usual, she doesn't look human, she actually looks see through, not solid; for the first time, she looks weak.
"I want to go home," she says, oh my God, she's crying. Little, pearly tears are rolling down her cheeks and vanishing before they hit the floor.
'She wants to go home
But nobody's home
That's where she lies
Broken inside
With no place to go
No place to go
To dry her eyes
Broken inside.'
She walks into Très room and lies on the bed; she doesn't seem to want to hurt us; maybe her powers are broken or something.
***
*Billie Joe's Point of View*
Great, Très got crap music on again.
A stone hits the window.
'Open your eyes
And look outside
Find the reasons why
You've been rejected
And now you can't find
What you've left behind.'
I look outside and see no one standing there. Great, that means Hannah's back, joy of joys. I hear a sniffing from next door. Is Trè crying?
I peer into his room and get the shock of my life. It's Hannah! She's lying on Très bed, crying her eyes out. "What's wrong?" I ask.
So she tells me, "I'm dying. Since Taz and Mayble died, my powers are slipping away, and once they're gone, I'm gone, and I won't be able to come back."
'Be strong, be strong now
Too many, too many problems
Don't know where she belongs
Where she belongs.'
I don't know what to say to that, so I watch her cry, I watch her fallen form crumple on the bed. I walk out the room, leaving her alone; I feel like I'm trespassing on something private.
***
*Hazel's Point of View*
I look down at my forearm: it's covered in scars, I look at the underside of my wrist; I reach for Shadow and sink the blade into my wrist.
'Her feelings she hides
Her dreams she can't find
She's losing her mind
She's falling behind
She can't find her place
She's losing her faith
She's falling from grace
She's all over the place... '
It goes black, so this is how Hannah felt three years ago, only she never got this far...
***
*Normal Point of View*
Hannah walked out of the bedroom, and dropped something into Billie Joe's hand; he looked at it, then looked up and met Hannah's eyes. "Hannah, I am really sorry."
"I know, but I'm sorry too. I mean, what I did to Trè the other day, I'm sorry," Hannah muttered, looking at her transparent feet.
"Soooo, we're even now?" Mike said, looking up.
Hannah smiled. "Yeah, yeah, I guess we are."
"Forgive us?" asked Trè.
"Yeah." As soon as Hannah said this, she vanished, for the last time ever.
***
Billie Joe looked at what Hannah had given him. It was a little locket, in a cross shape, decorated with skulls. Inside was a scrap of paper; it said: "I'll look out for you."
Billie Joe looked up; he knew Hannah would be back, but she wouldn't hurt him, never again.
***
Trè turned on the TV. "FUCK!" he yelled.
"Thousands mourn at the death of one of the most influential groups in Britain. Hazel was found dead in Mayble's house last night; she had taken her own life in the bedroom her ex-best friend had slept in. Hazel was the last of the rock group, Lost Ghosts... "
THE END
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*Hannah's Point of View*
My power's draining. Everything I stand for is being taken away, so I'm fading. Taz and Mayble are dead; I'm dead, but Hazel's still alive. Hazel won't be alive for long, when she finds out Taz and Mayble are dead, she'll kill herself. If I was still alive, I'd lend her Shadow.
***
*Très Point of View*
I put the radio on, it's Avril Lavigne, "Nobody's Home", but I can't be bothered to turn it off. Instead, I let the whole thing wash over me; I'm not really listening, anyway...
***
*Normal Point of View*
When Hazel was allowed to go, the first place she went was Mayble's old house, Hannah's old house.
'I couldn't tell you
Why she felt that way
She felt it every day,
I couldn't help her
I just watched her make
The same mistakes again.'
Hannah watched Hazel walk into the house and walk upstairs. Hazel walked into Hannah's old room and lay on the black bed, staring at one of the posters; it was of a dragon. Hannah had lain there for so long, three years ago, talking to Hazel on the phone, and now, she was gone; Hazel got up and reached for Shadow. She smiled as it cut into her arm, and she tasted blood for the first time in five years.
***
*Mike's Point of View*
'What's wrong, what's wrong now
Too many, too many problems
Don't know where she belongs
Where she belongs.'
I sigh as I watch Trè just sit on the sofa and stare at the screen in much the same way he did when Hannah was controlling him, but she's not. We haven't heard from her for two days.
That's when she appears, but unlike usual, she doesn't look human, she actually looks see through, not solid; for the first time, she looks weak.
"I want to go home," she says, oh my God, she's crying. Little, pearly tears are rolling down her cheeks and vanishing before they hit the floor.
'She wants to go home
But nobody's home
That's where she lies
Broken inside
With no place to go
No place to go
To dry her eyes
Broken inside.'
She walks into Très room and lies on the bed; she doesn't seem to want to hurt us; maybe her powers are broken or something.
***
*Billie Joe's Point of View*
Great, Très got crap music on again.
A stone hits the window.
'Open your eyes
And look outside
Find the reasons why
You've been rejected
And now you can't find
What you've left behind.'
I look outside and see no one standing there. Great, that means Hannah's back, joy of joys. I hear a sniffing from next door. Is Trè crying?
I peer into his room and get the shock of my life. It's Hannah! She's lying on Très bed, crying her eyes out. "What's wrong?" I ask.
So she tells me, "I'm dying. Since Taz and Mayble died, my powers are slipping away, and once they're gone, I'm gone, and I won't be able to come back."
'Be strong, be strong now
Too many, too many problems
Don't know where she belongs
Where she belongs.'
I don't know what to say to that, so I watch her cry, I watch her fallen form crumple on the bed. I walk out the room, leaving her alone; I feel like I'm trespassing on something private.
***
*Hazel's Point of View*
I look down at my forearm: it's covered in scars, I look at the underside of my wrist; I reach for Shadow and sink the blade into my wrist.
'Her feelings she hides
Her dreams she can't find
She's losing her mind
She's falling behind
She can't find her place
She's losing her faith
She's falling from grace
She's all over the place... '
It goes black, so this is how Hannah felt three years ago, only she never got this far...
***
*Normal Point of View*
Hannah walked out of the bedroom, and dropped something into Billie Joe's hand; he looked at it, then looked up and met Hannah's eyes. "Hannah, I am really sorry."
"I know, but I'm sorry too. I mean, what I did to Trè the other day, I'm sorry," Hannah muttered, looking at her transparent feet.
"Soooo, we're even now?" Mike said, looking up.
Hannah smiled. "Yeah, yeah, I guess we are."
"Forgive us?" asked Trè.
"Yeah." As soon as Hannah said this, she vanished, for the last time ever.
***
Billie Joe looked at what Hannah had given him. It was a little locket, in a cross shape, decorated with skulls. Inside was a scrap of paper; it said: "I'll look out for you."
Billie Joe looked up; he knew Hannah would be back, but she wouldn't hurt him, never again.
***
Trè turned on the TV. "FUCK!" he yelled.
"Thousands mourn at the death of one of the most influential groups in Britain. Hazel was found dead in Mayble's house last night; she had taken her own life in the bedroom her ex-best friend had slept in. Hazel was the last of the rock group, Lost Ghosts... "
THE END
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