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15. Respire With A New Desire, Paint Yourself A Liar

15. Respire With A New Desire, Paint Yourself A Liar

Cory's POV:

Recap:
*"A-am I a ghost?" He cackles again, sharp as his teeth as louder than any scream.
"No" he snorts, then grabs my shoulder, becoming serious " you'll find out soon enough, now look, doll face, we need to go so..."
I nod, still in shock.
What the hell am I?
My gaze shakily travels down, and stops at my hands.
I scream.*

My hands...they're a whispery white, so smooth and inhuman...they have no wrinkles or lines, no small marks at all. Not even my nails, they're just..a clouded white. As are my arms, my legs...
Icey chills seep in, dancing down my back but its not cold. It's from fear. What does the rest of me look like?

What am I?

I look at Reece, remembering the monster he was and still is, just shown in a more clear light now.
Am I like that?

"Am I a monster?"

"I'll explain later" Reece sneers, like being a monster like him is a honor. For him, no doubt, it is.
His hand that is wraped around my arm is covered in ruined black fabric with claws dipping out the ends. He begins to pull me along with him and I follow in a daze.
I gain some mundanely rashionality, shaking my head from my under processed fleeting thoughts. My fears. My feet stop stumbling a long.
"I want Matt" I stand taller, automatically proud that my voice didn't crack and the demanding tone in my voice is clear and sharp.
"That pathic little boy?" Rolling his eyes, sighing and scoffing he nods, shrugging his taunt shoulders. "It's not in my power."
"What do you mean" I growl, my jaw clenches, eyes narrow and my hands curling into fist, my nails bitting into the smooth palm.
Reece's lips twist up in the corner, enjoying my anger. Asshole.
"He'd have to contact you."
"How?"I feverishly ask, my hard exterior already going to sink.
"Well...a Ouija board of course."
I huff, annoyance twisting my unknown features.
"I'm serious!" His hands raised but a amused smile twitching at his dark thin lips.
"But Matt doesn't mess with that kinda stuff, he's a good guy."I spit out passionately, pride alit in my tone but my arms crossing over my chest defensively as if protecting him. I wish he knew he had my heart.
Reece bursts out in cackles, clutching his chest, his thin, black, ripped robe fluttering lightly.
"He's as much of a 'good guy' as Chucky was." Reece says seriously.
"Your such a...a! Your such an dick!"
"I have a pretty good one don'tcha think?" He fires back with a wink. Ew. I sigh exasperatedly. He's was never this...annoying when he was alive.
"Look, I can show you what he's doing right now" he offers and in reply I cock my head, like a cat, contemplating an idea.
"Really?"
In answer; he smashes his lips to mine.
I wonder if I can kill him again.

Does anyone know how to make dedications?
And oh my freaking goth I am in love with the song 'Gasoline' by Halsey