100 Sleepless Nights

I woke up in a daze, confused as to where I was and how I got here. The last thing I remember is having an argument with Vic about where he killed himself, and to my horror it turns out that I stupidly picked his deathbed as my living quarters. Okay I didn’t know otherwise I wouldn’t have picked that room. If I knew I probably wouldn’t have been too enthusiastic about living in this house at all but there is no way I would I would have willingly sleep in the room where a kid who pretended to be my friend, died. Oh my God... I made out with a ghost! What the hell was I doing?!?!?

“Harleigh, are you awake?” I heard a voice call from outside the door of the room I was in. I looked around and sighed. I must be in Mike’s house.

“Yeah, I’m up” I mumbled. The door opened slowly and Mike walked in with his left hand over his eyes.

“Are you decent?” He asked. I sat up, realising I was still in my blood soaked clothes from last night.

“I hardly think my dead boyfriends blood on me really counts as being decent, but yeah I’m not naked” I explained.

Mike removed his hand from his eyes and smiled at me sympathetically. “I didn’t wanna change you outta those clothes, it’s weird enough that we have met under these circumstances but the fact that you’re like 10 years younger than me and staying at my house for now is kinda weird. I’m sorry” He said sitting down on the end of the bed.

“It’s alright, I don’t blame you but umm, what happened to me?” I asked, my cheeks flushed red and I felt so exposed. I had no idea what was even happening.

“I waited for you and you never turned up so I decided to come looking for you and as I was entering the door I heard you and Vic arguing, you stormed off I think then tumbled down the stairs. No idea how but you did. I ran to try and help but you were unconcious. I checked to see if you had any head injuries and you didn’t. I probably should have taken you to the hopspital incase you had a concusion but I’m stupid. Sorry” He said, looking at his feet.

I fumbled with my hands in my lap. “It’s okay, thank you for caring. I’m just a total stranger to you and still you’re here to help me out” I whispered, fearing the sounds that my voice would make if it were any louder. “So umm what about your parents? Aren’t they gonna be confused about me being here?” I asked.

“Nah they left last night. They usually go away around Hallowe’en because of what happened. They have no idea how to deal with it. It’s bad enough losing my brother but imagine losing the child you carried in you. Took care of, and then to lose him in such a way. Vic was a mass murderer. Even if you loved him because he was family, it is socially unacceptable. I miss my brother but in a totally different way than you’d think” He explained.

“What way do you miss him then?” I asked.

“The handful of times I’ve seen him since he died, he has been the brother that I wanted. Not the one that I got, if I could have him now like he is then everything would be just a tiny bit better” He sighed loudly. “But the world doesn’t work like that, I can’t keep in contact with him. As I grow up and start to live my life... he doesn’t age, grow or even seem to notice the world around him changing. It’s like he is just so sheltered. That’s why I thought you would be good for him” He smiled.

“Why me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I think you make him want to be a better person, as unfair and selfish as that is... you have helped change him. And I’m personally very grateful for it. Now he has lost that thing I have no idea how he will react” Mike stood up and turned to face me.

“What do I do?” I questioned.

“Have some time to yourself, you just lost a loved one. When you’re ready... we will go and speak to Vic” He smiled at me. He bent down and kissed the top of my head. “Get into some comfortable clothes and have good sleep, you look exhausted” He mumbled then left the room.

I felt lost... was Mike right? Did I create the better person in Vic? If I did what did it matter, he was dead and I was alive. And my boyfriend was just murdered by some evil child that resided in my house. How am I meant to deal with that? Is there even a way to deal with it? I don’t think so.

Kellin’s mom left me a text telling me that she was sorry about having to be there when he died,which doesn’t make sense. Death is more often than not, unexpected. I didn’t know he was gonna die so why is she saying sorry as if it makes a difference. I should be the one apologising. Her son would still be alive if he didn’t meet me. So I guess it is kinda my fault he died.

The fact I couldn’t cry anymore scared me, I physically felt numb from all of this pain. And honestly I have no idea how I feel anymore. Did I ever really even love Kellin? No, I don’t think I did. He was amazing and beautiful but it wasn’t love. It was a great kind of friendship. My whole life was gonna be messed up because of this, you don’t just forget your boyfriends death. Even if in hindsight the relationship to me wasn’t what he thought it was, at least I lost a friendship. And that is definitely not something I’m just going to get over. Not for a while anyway.

I climbed out of bed and walked over to my bag of clothes, there wasn’t much choice if I’m honest. I was kind in a rush to get the right stuff. That’s when I realised I didn’t pick up any underwear. And it’s not like I can ask Mike for any bra’s because I highly doubt he is gonna have any lying around. I took my shirt off and put a new one on, changed my jeans and then grabbed some shoes. I have to go and get more stuff...

My parents were either gonna kill me or want to move away when they get back and find out I’ve missed school, but I’m hoping it won’t be too bad. They have to understand that I did just lose my boyfriend and things will be slow.
I walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind me. “Mike” I called out.

“Yeah?” He shouted from what can only be the kitchen, well I’m hoping.

I followed to where his voice came from and he was in the kitchen, of course. “I kinda forgot to get some things so umm I have to go back over and get them” I said nervously.

He furrowed his brows and sighed. “If you’re not back in 20 minutes I’ll be over okay” He warned. I nodded and thanked him.

I left the Fuentes’ house and walked across the street. I stood for a moment and looked at my house, it looked so glum. If houses had emotions, this one would definitely be depressed.

“Come on, let’s get this over with” I mumbled to myself, almost throwing myself towards the pathway into the garden.

As my feet carried me up the path, I could almost smell the scent of fear. Something was so creepy about this place now that I know what it is really capable of. It killed my boyfriend. I opened the door and walked in, closing it behind me. Everything seemed normal inside but I just didn’t trust it. I quickly ran up the stairs and towards my bedroom. Opening the door and walking in, hoping that nothing would go wrong in this trip to my house.

I walked over to my drawers and picked up a bag, stuffing essentials in that I forgot about last night. I shut my drawer when I was done and turned around, bumping into someone. I looked at who it was and my heart sank. Vic. I took a deep breath and walked around him.

“You can’t ignore me forever” He mumbled. I stopped dead in my tracks and slowly turned to face him.

“What?” I asked confused and angry.

“You. Can’t. Ignore. Me. Forever” He said, stepping closer with every word.

“Why do you think I’m leaving this house for a week” I rolled my eyes.

“You won’t leave forever, I know you’ll come back” He smirked. I took a deep breath and began walking away. “You didn’t love Kellin did you?” He said smuggly, as if he could read
my mind.

I didn’t turn back to look at him, just stood there waiting for the next blow. “No” I said softly.

“And why is that?” I heard his footsteps getting closer to me.

I closed my eyes, hoping that it would all be a dream. “Because of you” I mumbled, feeling the tears well up in my eyes.

“Isn’t that adorable Harl, you’re in love with a ghost boy...” He laughed. I looked round at him and furrowed my brows, a few tears began to fall. “Oh my God it’s like Casper. You are
Wendy and I’m Casper the not so fucking friendly ghost. But here’s the difference in this story Harleigh... You won’t let it happen, knowing what I did and who I am. It sickens you that you could ever fall in love with a murderer like me” He smiled.

“I have to go Vic” I mumbled. He laughed quietly.

“Why do you think I did it?” He asked. I shrugged. “Those people had no direction in life. I knew that from working with them, I like to think I did them a favour. They were just living mediocre lives with no sense to why they were even there. But every single day they’d drag their asses to work and pretend like they had a life” He said it as if he had some higher power. “It was simple in the end, I saved them. They have no worries now. No bills to pay and no needy attatchments. God is no longer in control Harleigh, because places like this prove that the devil is real, and he is in all of us. You can deny it all you want but let’s be real here for a second, you wanted to scare Ronnie... Wasn’t that pretty sick? And instead of mourning your boyfriends death you are here, with the man whom you kissed only days after getting together with said dead boyfriend” He stood right infront of me and smiled down at me. “You think you’re the light, but really you create darkness all around you and it deludes you into believing in good. But you are the evil one, you will see Harleigh, one day you will be mine...” He smirked then walked off.

I looked at my feet confused, how the fuck do I deal with this one now?

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