Innocence Of The Dead

I slam the door behind me.

In the kitchen my mum pokes her head around the door as i storm up the stairs.

“Honey ? Did everything go all right ? " Her voice seemed distant as i closed my bedroom door behind me. I take a deep breath and walk over to the window. I peek down at the empty street to see if Jack is still there. But my eyes only settle on some bushes and a white and brown cat that was sitting on the wall opposite my house. Sita's name jumps into my mind, making me turn around to see where she is. But her normal spot my mirror is empty.

“Elliot " I whisper his name, trying to stay calm. For a heartbeat only silence answers my question. But then a light shuffle broke the silence. I spin around and glare at Elliot’s faint figure.

“Why did u do that ? " I look at him in hatred. He looks down at the floor, my unanswered question hanging between us. 

“Why did u do that ? " I repeat myself.

“I - I " He struggles to explain himself  " I didn't trust him " He walked over to the bed and sat down.

“So u thought you could possess my boyfriend ?! " I exploded, the emotions taking over the warnings that my brain is sending. If my mother heard me. " What is wrong with you Elliot ! Why did you have to do it ?! Especially tonight, i already had a panic attack at the church ! " I shout, feeling more angry than ever before.

“You went to the church !? " The concern in his voice surprised me. Despite the fact I’m shouting at him, he's still concerned about me.

“No, we walked past it though " I say firmly, more calmly this time. I walk over to the window and glace outside, thinking Jack might have come back. Ages seems to pass before Elliot speaks again. His voice seems to echo around my room.

“He’s not good for you Alice " He says firmly. His voice holds no emotions. I turn around and stare at him in disbelief. He's jealous ?!

“What the hell ?! Not good for me ? " I pause to look at him " Elliot ?! What the hell is up with you ? For once I can have a bit of normality in my life and you think he's not good for me ! Explain to me why ! " I lean against the window. Waiting for him to answer.

“When I was inside him, the things i saw in his mind. " He paused, a shiver shook his body. " They were terrible Alice, I don't even know where to start "

“Why were you in his body in the first place then ?! " I ask him.

“I --- " He starts to explain but i had enough and cut him off.

“You know what Elliot ? I had enough, i want you to leave me alone ! " I shout, pointing at the door.

“But let me ex-- "

“No ! Get out ! " I shout, Turing my back at him. But my brain is screaming at me to stop. Stop and throw myself at him. The room goes silent for a bit before I feel something brush my cheek.

“Get out " I whisper under my breath, fighting back the tears.

“Goodbye " The low whisper hangs in the air even after he's gone.

What have I done. For hours I sat in my room, thinking about what I just did. But then I blacked out, thinking about Jack.

 The next morning I went through my normal routine, but this time something was missing.

Before i leave the house I go into my room, grab my bag and look around. Sita is on the bed, staring back at me when our eyes meet. She stares at me with her bright green eyes, as if she knew what i said to Elliot last night, as if it understood.

I smiled, walked over to the bed and patted Sita on the head. She purred loudly before jumping of the bed and padding over to the open window. She looked back at me before sitting down and staring out the window. Her silver tail twitching every now and then.

I shake my head before turning my back at Sita and walking out the door. I make my way down the hall way, down the stairs and head straight for the door.

“Alice ? " My mother’s voice calls from the table. I turn around to face her, eager to get out the door.

“What happened last night ? " Her eyes narrow as i look past her, at the family photo on top of the fire place. I was six at the time, me, mum and dad went to the beach in Clacton. In the photo my black hair covers my face as im grinning at my mum who looked much younger, less worried.

A rough cough distracts me from the picture. I look at my mum.

“Nothing " I mumble before turning around, grabbing my bag and walking out the door.