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iii ◦〉"haunting" pt.1 〉𝔯𝔲𝔢

"Great, now that I know why you're gone, please get out of my head," you complained.

"Y/N-I already told you, it's me. And I can't exactly leave right now," she repeated, her voice much more firm this time.

You couldn't take it anymore. You weren't crazy-no one who'd been under an extreme amount of shit like this was-but she wasn't supposed to be here. Whether it was a sick joke or the drugs finally catching up to you-you started to scream, begging for her to learn your brain and stop torturing you.

"God-why, why won't you go? Why do you need to make me suffer just because you're dead! You're not even real!" you yelp out, a little louder than you would have liked, but enough to get Rue out of her gaze on the TV.

Rue snapped her neck toward you, her eyes gleaming red with fury as she began to levitate. The chairs and bed went along with her, quickly flying up with you on the bed.

"God-You were always such a fucking bitch. I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you! I'd be in heaven, hell, or wherever it is that I'm supposed to be now that I'm dead. Now you get to sit there and pretend I don't fucking exist?

The bed was beginning to hit the ceiling with it, and just then, Rue paused, shrieking in horror as her eyes turned back to normal once she realized your forehead brushed the ceiling. All at once, your things, and you and bed and returned to the floor with a loud thud, everything clattered in a mess.

You groaned, slowing rising up from your bed. You stood up from it, stunned.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry. My anger got the better of me, I didn't mean to do that-"

"I-I'm ok, Rue, honest. hey-look at me."

Rue wiped her tears and faced you.

"I didn't mean that-I'm sorry."

"Well-besides the whole you being dead thing, that was pretty fucking badass."

"You're bullshitting me," she chuckled out, sniffling and wiping her cheeks with the sleeve of her jacket as she grinned. "Your forehead is bleeding and I almost fucking killed you, then we'd both be dead."

The two of you laughed for a moment, until silence filled the room. You shrugged.

"It wouldn't be such a bad thing if I died."

"Y/N, don't say that. It's not true."

"I'm serious, it really wouldn't be. It'd probs make up for all the shit I put you through. I was a bitch. I should've just fucking OD'd everything in sight until I died or something. Everyone would be better off without me."

"No one in this world deserves to die, Y/N. You deserve the chance to stay."

"It's fucking painful, Rue! Ever since you left. And I don't mean dead-just left. All those months ago. You were the one person I ever truly cared about and now you're gone. I stole your shit and made you leave. I fucked it all up and had to wait for you to die to give a shit."

Rue gave you a sympathetic nod. "But I'm here now. You had an addiction, Y/N. I was in your same shoes, you made a few bad mistakes. I get it. And I forgive you. it's not like I can go anywhere anytime soon. So you can tell me anything and we can try to fix it. I promise this time I won't go berserk and fling the furniture all over the place."

"I wish we talked more like this when we weren't, you know-high all the time. It would've made things better," you replied, looking into her eyes, which were back to their pretty, dark brown. "I fucking miss you, Rue."

"I miss you too, Y/N. Anything else?"

You placed your head in your heads, tapping your fingers on your temples, anxiously contemplating your next answer. You weren't even sure if she felt the same way anymore, but of course, it didn't hurt to let everything out.

"I want you to kiss me again. I'd give anything to do it one more time. I know you being dead and all, it's impossible, but-"

"We can't do that."

You scoffed at the irony, but none the less kept a tense smile on your face.

"But out of thin air, you can make the entire fucking room and all my shit levitate. That's a pretty inconsistent power, personally."

"Hey, I said I was sorry!" she said defensively, her eyes widening and mouth agape in amusement.

All at once, the doe-eyed Rue you first met was bringing butterflies up in your stomach again. The soft tone in her voice, coupled with every bit of love and adoration you could feel from her eyes watching you.

You talked in your room for what felt like hours, about what went on in your lives the past seven months and how the two of you had been. How indirectly, she was the reason you were seven months sober, and how your stint with Rue convinced her to recover for a while-before her most recent relapse ending up being her last.

"I think I'm gonna enjoy haunting you," she whispered at last, sending a tingle down your spine as she breathed on your neck.

She wasn't trying to but, but it felt like torture she could send chills down your spine but you couldn't touch her or kiss her again. You atleast wanted to know why she was her without risking another mini-hurricane in your room.

"Rue?"

"Yeah, Y/N?"

"What was the reason you came to me?"

"Don't worry about it, Y/N. We'll figure things out tomorrow. Go back to sleep, and I'll clean everything up."

"Okay," you whispered, going back to bed and beginning to close your eyes as you slept.

While you were asleep, Rue had put everything back in their rightful places. Quietly, the debris from the room all in the trash, and the chairs and tabled sitting upright again.

After she had cleaned everything up, she lightly kissed your forehead, admiring you in your sleep, and the little smile on your face.

Maybe it was a half lie, but atleast she lied for your sake. You could kiss her all the two of you wanted, as far as Rue knew, but a red flag in the back of Rue's minded decided you were to fragile to just be ruined by her again. A kiss meant everything, and she didn't want to lose you again if she ever broke that trust.