You stared at your hands, tears falling like rain from clouds.
Your hands were covered in blood.
It was your blood.
You had etched deep, red cuts into your wrists.
If suicide was a cry for help, then what was this?
A whimper, a peep?
Would anyone hear you?
Would anyone care?
You shook your head, not wanting to think about the answer.
You turned on the sink and put your wounds under the running water.
You felt the stinging and watched as the sink washed red.
You hung your head as your tears stopped and you patched up your wounds.
You had reasons for doing this.
Your mother had abandoned you, your father was a drunk, and your older sibling treated you like a waste of space and caused you damage with his words.
You knew you lived in a house where people had been killed.
You wanted to move, but your father told you that your mother had taken all the money.
And your older sibling screamed that you were pathetic and called you a wuss.
You knew they were right.
You swore you could hear the whispers around the house.
Some telling you to get out, some predicting your death, but one swearing your safety.
You felt like you were going crazy.
At the current moment, you were alone in the house, crying and locked in the bathroom.
The door opened, as if the wind had just blown it open, regardless of the lock and closed windows.
Outside was a blonde boy, tears falling down his own face.
You gasped, thinking it to be a burglar or something.
But he sank to his knees and hugged you close to his chest.
“My name is Tate Langdon,” he spoke, “And I’m dead. I am going to help you and I promise to protect you. But first, you have to swear to me you will never do this to yourself again.”
You recognized Tate’s voice as the one swearing your safety.
You were afraid because he had admitted to being a ghost.
But at the same time, you felt strangely connected to this boy.
And you wanted to get better.
“I swear,” You breathed, hugging Tate back.
“I know it sounds weird, but I’ve been watching you for a long time, Y/N. And I think I’m falling in love with you,” he whispered.
“I think in time, I could fall in love with you, too, Tate,” you whispered back.
Tate pulled away and gave you a heartfelt smile.
“Now, let’s get you all fixed up.”