"I wasn't remembered."
I thought I had met all the ghosts here. Turns out not. I was casually wandering round when boom, out comes this red-head. I thought she mighta been Gerard's latest snack- SHIT. NO. SHOULD NOT HAVE WROTE THAT. Turns out she was a ghost.
"H-hello.." Her voice was soft and shy.
"Hi," I smiled.
"W-who are you?" Poor thing looked TERRIFIED.
"Nate. Well, Nathan Lynch."
"I'm Allie O'Connor." If I wasn't gay and she not a ghost, I would've probably tried to chat her up. She had dark red hair that fell to her shoulders. Her eyes were massive and navy blue- like the Anime I used to read. Mmmmm, yaoi... Off topic! Ignore that, by the way. She had porcelain colored skin.
"Hi Nate," she smiled.
"Hi Allie. How'd you end up here?" All ghosts have back stories. We all have (a usually terrifying) one here. Me, Ben, Gerard, Rosie, everyone. I'll bet that poor girl Ben's out killing has a sad story too.
"Well, it's a long story that you probably don't care enough to hear," she mumbled bitterly.
"Well, my boyfriend is out starting off a chain of murders that'll probably shatter about fifty gaziilion lives, my friend is with him and I can't find my other friend."
"You! You're one of those murders!!" And with that, a picture frame came flying at my face. I managed to catch it, don't ask how, but I did. Fast reflexes FTW, much?
"I'm not exactly like them. And I would care enough to listen."
"Well...." She sat cross legged on the floor. I don't even know how that's even fucking possible. I feel bad for her. Being trapped sucks giant crocodile dick, and thanks to a really really really awkward game of Truth or Dare with Gerard's old pet crocodile BonBon, I know what that feels like.
"I'm schizophrenic. Well, I was. My parents couldn't raise me and they once tried to kill me." She had tears in her eyes. I sat down next to her and I would've hugged her but yeah.
"And I had this imaginary friend. Her name was Darkness because I was odd. She told me to do bad things. Dangerous things. Stupid things. They finally got sick to death of it and sent me to one of those places. An institution for people with mental and emotional illnesses. Not a lot of people had schizophrenia there. One day, some of the more healthy patients decided it would be funny to lock me in the cellar until I said I was a freak that touched myself. I didn't though, Nate, I didn't!!" She was sobbing now. She wrapped her rather pale arm around me and hugged me. I hadn't hugged a ghost before. It was actually a sort of nice feeling.
"I was in there for about 16 hours. Then something must've happened because the hospital was on fire. It was burning. And no one remembered me... I was half asphyxiated by the time I managed to get the door open. But the fire took me. I was so confused and angry and agitated..." She played with a small plastic bracelet on her wrist. There were two letters on it, MH.
"What does MH stand for?"
"Mercy Hospital." Poor thing. I wanted to help her so badly.
"I have to go now." And with that, she disappeared.
Shout out to the brilliant and amazing and lovely Sam_Speaks because, well, he's amazing and brilliant and lovely. Hugs to you.