Lipstick Stain

Chapter 2

I turned on my back in my bed, looking at the wall.

I finally stopped crying. I don't know how long I cried but it seemed like forever.

All these memories repeating in my head. Why?!

I stood up and walked into the bathroom.

I looked into the mirror and was shocked what I saw.

My whole face was red from crying and I was black under my eyes from my mascara.

I washed my face and took my makeup bag.

I took my concealer and put some of it under my eyes and on my red cheeks. I put on some mascara and a nude lipstick.

That's better. At least I don't look like I just cried the shit out of me.

I wanted to walk down the stairs but someone was running towards me while they screamed.

"What the hell are you doing, Ryan?" I ask him confused.

He ran behind me and whispered "they wanna stab me to death!"

"You're such a pussy." I laugh and start to walk downstairs.

"But - -"

"You're already dead, remember? You can't die twice. You'll always come alive in this house over and over again."

"Oh yea" he says.

I laugh and he says "stop laughing!"

"But your stupidity is funny" I say while walking down.

"I'm new here okay!" He shouts from behind me.

"Yea yea" I say and walk outside into the backyard.

I sit on the wall and look into the garden.

Me and Tate used to sit here. Not caring about the world around us.

"VIOLET" I hear someone shouting from inside.

I ran inside "what is it mom?"

"Marcy actually found some people who are interested in the house again. They're coming soon. We need to stop them from buying it."

"Mom it's useless."

"I'm not gonna let people keep dying in here!" she says.

"Well I don't think that that's your choice. Besides why don't you talk to dad about that? You've got the old owners out of here easily."

"Well yea but I need you to take care of Toby while your dad and I try our best."

"Do I have to?" I groan.

"Yes!" She says louder.

"Okay okay, calm down." I take Toby on my arms and walk with him upstairs into my room.

I sit him on my bed and he asks me "why do I always have to be with you when someone wants the house?"

"You know why" I say.

Toby is special. He's really mature for his age. He talks and looks like a 5 year old already. I don't really know why he's growing that fast because that's my dad's son. Not Tate's.. Also Toby is the only alive human in this whole house. He could still have a life out there. Well somehow. That's why I always have to take care of him.

Toby stood up and opened my closet.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"Nothing" he says and looks around.

"Yea it looks like nothing" I laugh.

He laughs too and takes a little box out.

"What is that?" He asks me wondering.

Oh my god. I take it and do it in the trash.

"Why did you do that?" He asked me.

"Because that's nothing for you."

That was the box with pills. I took all the pills back then but I somehow threw the box into my closet.

-

Toby fell asleep already. He sleeps next to me in my bed.

I can't believe that this box was the whole time in my closet.

I held you. You were safe. You died loved.

The words Tate said when he showed me my dead body.

Oh how much I miss him.