the boy in shambles

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[bloodychest]

 She doesn’t mind how big his writing is, or how shaky it’s getting. He’s talking to her, and they both seem pretty happy about it. And she’s finding it cute that he’s also drawing little doodles on the paper, too. It was funny, and nice.

 ”No need to apologize, heh.. I’m sorry, that I.. u-uh, didn’t notice you before.”

[confinedghost]

[ it's ok! i'm happy you did eventually though. would it be weird if i said i feel like i know you? ]

He's being completely honest. It almost feels like they've met, even if it was briefly. He doesn't want it to linger in his head too long or it will stress him out.

[bloodychest]

 In the mirror, it is shown that he moves his hand away, so she does the same. But then his hand is moving back toward her, only this time near her face. She flinches a bit at the contact of his hand, ice cold, against her own warm skin. When he fixes her flower, though, she nods a thank you before watching him once again write something down.

 ”O-Oh! Yes… Yes, I’m Amelia. H… How do you know that?”

[confinedghost]

[ ...i've been here for a few days. i'm sorry if that sounds creepy. ]

He's realized his grammar isn't that great right now but it doesn't matter much with his shaky hands. He's written so big that the first page is almost filled up. The boy starts doodling too. Stars and hearts. He's not very sure on what to do.

[bloodychest]

 ”It’s fine! A-Ah, don’t worry..”

 She never met a person that was so negative such as him. Even if her hand is not touching his, she can feel it. Sort of. What she feels right now is a cool air, and that must be him! ‘cause, well… it wasn’t there earlier. At least, she doesn’t think it was.

 There is a soft smile on her face, quite similar to the look she gives her cousin when they feel down. Her eyes look gentle and calming, and a tiny giggle escapes her lips. Why? Because she’s talking to a ghost! She’s never done this before.

[confinedghost]

He's been looking at his hand, watching how it's hard for her to place it correctly on his. Slowly he moves his hand away and brings it to her hair, fixing a few strands that have fallen out of place and placing the flower upright, since it had drooped down. After, the boy goes back to writing, though unsure what to say. How about an introduction.

[ if you say so... my name is rory, yours is amelia, right? ]

[bloodychest]

 ”Of course you’d be! P-Please don’t say such negative things!”

 Her hand moves back again, and she’s looking through the mirror in order to see where it goes. Her hand actually goes through his, and she pulls away, but slowly… she lays her hand upon his own. Kind of. Her hand is just kinda hovering there above his, basically.

[confinedghost]

[ sorry. i'm really sorry. i'm not very optimistic am i. ]

The ghost's handwriting keeps getting shakier, and more rough. He's sorta torn between being happy and afraid right now. Not afraid of her, but for himself. He can communicate to her! But... he can't speak anymore.

He sees her hand, and how she's trying to touch him. This girl isn't scared of him, in fact she wants to interact with him. He feels a bit better, even though it's a bit awkward.

[bloodychest]

 Seeing the tears in his eyes made her expression soften, and her hand had even reached out a bit to touch his. But she couldn’t do that, so she pulled back, her hands now in her lap as she watched him write. To his reply, she quickly shook her head, looking in the mirror surprised.

 ”I-It’s fine! I.. I like company.”

[confinedghost]

[ i don't know if i'd be that great of company though. ]

The boy saw her hand go through his, on instinct he pulled it away, because usually a hand going through another hand would hurt. He felt rude after doing that. He calms down, and sighs, though expecting her not to hear it.

[bloodychest]

 Her body was shaking, but that was hardly even noticeable. At first, she thought her eyes were just playing tricks, but then the pen was moving, and in the mirror it was clear there was a boy using it. Though, right beside her, there was no one to be seen.

 Should she talk out..? For a moment, she thought maybe writing would be better, but…

 ”.. Ah, yes. H-Hello.”

[confinedghost]

He was happy she responded, but at the same time he was tearing up a bit out of just the fact he could contact her. This wasn't fake, as much as he wished it was. He didn't want to be dead, but for some reason he wasn't coughing or feeling close to collapsing, which was kinda an upgrade to him.

The boy wiped his eyes a bit and continued to write, hoping she didn't hate him for being around.

[ i can go if you want. i'm probably invading your privacy, i'm sorry. ]

[bloodychest]

 She saw his mouth move, yet nothing was heard. Well, there was something. But it sounded like the wind or something. But that could’t be him, could it?

 Her hands moved down to lay at the edges of her desk, before she opened a drawer to pull out a piece of paper from a notebook and a red pen. People would probably scream or run away at this point, but she did not.

 Because if she was missing a heart, there certainly could be a dead boy in her room right now, yes?

[confinedghost]

Well, she could definitely see him, but hearing him was out of the question. He expected her to be panicking and confused but she didn't seem to really be too shocked.

The boy watched as she pulled a paper and pen out. It seemed hard, but he was able to eventually pick up the pen and write, though his writing was fairly shaky.

[ i guess you can't hear me. hi. ]

[bloodychest]

 How she would do her hair today? Well, she had decided to do it a tad different. Her hair was getting long. At her shoulders, even! So today, she pulled it back into a high ponytail with a hairband, that had a small flower on it. The middle of the flower was red, and the outer part blue. It was a little creation she made herself.

 Her eyes were downcast, looking to her counter before looking back up in the mirror. For a second, she thought she saw something- like a person, perhaps. The girl blinked once, twice, thinking it would just go away. But it didn’t. There he was, watching her.

 She didn’t know if she should move or yell, so she only sat there and looked at him, seeing if he would do anything.

[confinedghost]

The boy watched as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. The band even had a cute little flower on it. To be honest, he'd love to get his hair all nice and well... looking better than a bedhead.

He watched her raise her head up, and in the mirror, she locked eyes which he didn't believe at first. He figured if she couldn't see him she couldn't see his reflection either. Well, he was definitely wrong.

He perked up and began to yell before realizing she couldn't hear him. "H-Hello? You can see me right?!"

[confinedghost]

The boy didn't really know why he ended up at this girls house. He felt as if he knew her, or was connected to her in some way, but he couldn't ask. He knew he was dead, a ghost, spirit, whatever, but he didn't expect it to be this bad. There was no way she could hear him, so he gave up. For two or three days now he's been hanging out near her, but without her knowing. He felt bad, but it really couldn't be helped.

It was morning, and she usually got up and did her hair right now. This time, the boy decided to watch how she did it.

[bloodychest]

- { First meetings. }

[bloodychest]

 The grip she had on his hand was now gone, her hand only laying on top of his. She snuggled up to him as she slept, not knowing her actions at all. Tonight, she had trouble getting to sleep, but with all this commotion and.. stuff, she had been completely tired out.

[confinedghost]

Soon enough, it was morning. Or at least the sun had come up, because it was glaring in his eyes. He was about to get up, but then he remembered the girl leaning on and sleeping next to him. He might have woken her up already. Oh well. Hopefully she won't be angry about it if he did. The boy doesn't recall having any dreams last night, which was a bit odd.

[bloodychest]

- { First meetings. }

[bloodychest]

 He’s way too close to her, and she would be embarrassed about it if she didn’t feel the way she felt right now. She leans into his touch, her head resting against his shoulder as she closed her eyes, continuing to say not a word.

 The grip she had on his hand loosened up, and it seemed like she was asleep now. But that was okay, wasn’t it? Just a quick little nap wouldn’t hurt anybody. And that boy wasn’t going to leave any time soon, right?

[confinedghost]

He thought about how he needs to get home, but he doesn't even know where he is anyway. If she falls asleep, he probably will too. Maybe. He kept racing questions through his head, worriedly, while on the outside he was perfectly calm and quiet.

Why was he here? Why did his arm break off? Why does she have a hole in her stomach? Oh well, if he just sleeps, maybe once both of them wake up his questions will be answered. And with that, the boy closes his eyes, hoping to fall asleep soon.

[bloodychest]

- { First meetings. }

[bloodychest]

 She isn’t going to let go of his hand any time soon. Her grip is tight, but not too tight, in fear she might break his hand like when she pulled off his arm earlier. To his question, the girl shook her head, staring down at her lap with tired eyes.

 She wanted to ask him so many things, but she felt so terrible. So weak and tired, like she might fall asleep at any given moment.

[confinedghost]

Everything has been too real already to be a dream. She looked so pale and tired, and he didn't want to leave her side or else he'd feel bad. The boy scoots a bit closer and puts and arm around her. He knows she probably doesn't feel good, so it's best to at least make her feel as comfortable as possible.

She really did need some help, but she didn't seem completely harmed by her injury, just uncomfortable and queasy. He looks down at his hand that she is still holding. She's holding tight enough that he can see the outlines of where the puzzle pieces are on his body. What's happened to him is confusing enough and worrying, but it's better to probably leave it be for now and watch the girl, who he still hasn't learned to name of.

[bloodychest]

- { First meetings. }

[bloodychest]

 She looks up at him when he holds out both hands, and holds out her own shaking ones, holding on tight but not too tight. Pulling herself up, she whimpers slightly but does not say much else, keeping a hand held onto one of his own as she wobbles out the bathroom and down the stairs, back to the living room. They couldn’t really go back to her room, since… he might wake up.

[confinedghost]

After walking down with her to the living room, he slowly sits her on the couch and sits down next to her. The boy continued to hold her hand, since she didn't want to let go it seemed. He felt terrible. He doesn't want to think about her stomach but he does either way.

"Do you need anything right now?"

[bloodychest]

- { First meetings. }

[bloodychest]

 She held on tight for a good few minutes, not wanting to let go. But in the end, she does, and lowers her legs down (which were now bloodied up from her stomach). Round and round, the bandages go around her waist. When he was done, she only sat there, eyes looking down to the floor, an arm raised up to wipe away the blood dripping out of her mouth.

[confinedghost]

"We should probably move somewhere more comfortable, don't you think?"

He doesn't ask questions, because the whole thing might be really personal. The boy has already enough questions floating around about the whole arm coming off thing, he doesn't need much more. He gets up and holds out both of his hands to help her up, since with two it might work better this time, also accompanied with a smile. 

"Don't worry, come on."

[bloodychest]

- { First meetings. }

[bloodychest]

 She can’t reply, mostly because he doesn’t let her, but also because if she tried speaking she might throw up again. Though her hand comes up to stop his, it’s too late. He has taken them off, and he’s screaming, which startles her and makes herself scream. She was shaking from fear and how sick she felt, her legs coming up to her chest, arms wrapped around them.

 What a horrible night this one was.

[confinedghost]

The boy continues not to speak other than the slight shriek, though a bit horrified. No, he should help this girl, even though he didn't expect this at all. He slowly crawls over to her and moves her arms and knees away from her torso. After a gulp, he begins to wrap bandages around her. It was gross to look at, but he had to do this. She's been nice already and letting him take a bath, he's almost returning a favor. 

He finished bandaging her, and he leans back, sighing. The boy has blood on his hands, but it should be okay now. It's just odd situations one after the other, isn't it?

[bloodychest]

- { First meetings. }

[bloodychest]

 While he does so, she only continues to vomit. Soon, though, it comes to an end, and she’s laying there, breathing heavily, not even paying attention to the boy.

 She wants to close her eyes and sleep, but she can’t do that. She still had questions for this boy.

[confinedghost]

Finally, he finds bandages, and kneels down next to her, gesturing that he puts them on her. Before she even would answer, he began to unwrap the ruined ones she has on, and after they came off, he almost let out a scream. He jumped back a bit covering his mouth, surprised. The boy has experienced bandaging someone before, but not like this. 

There was a hole, a clean cut hole right through her abdomen. He's seen enough for one night.

[bloodychest]

- { First meetings. }

[bloodychest]

 She lets him do as he pleases, too weak to refuse anything. Once at the door to the bathroom she is quick to open it and step inside, falling to her knees in front of the toilet. She opens the lid and leans over it, but for a moment there is nothing happening. She can feel it, though, and how it is soon to happen.

 And it does happen, it just took a bit. She’s vomiting, and it’s a mixture of puke and blood.

 Gross.

[confinedghost]

After she gets into the bathroom he keeps some feet between them for her space. She's throwing up, and he felt terrible. What could have happened to her in the past few minutes to injure her like this? Oh please, let her be okay.

The boy begins to look for bandages around the bathroom, like in the closet. Maybe he could re-wrap the ones she has on. They're too bloody.