Spirits and Pain (Part 1)
TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of self harm and suicide if you are sensitive to that type of stuff either don't read or proceed with extreme caution!!!!
She ran ahead of the black smoke chasing her close behind, she couldn't let it swallow her whole, not like it did her sister. She continued to run, her black leather boots pounding against the white ground, her small brown leather backpack swung over her shoulder. "Almost…there!" She said between gasps for breath, she glanced back at the black smoke charging toward her, depression, something she didn't really like seeing in her sister it's made her sister do awful things to herself, she watched as the smoke started to retreat yet still charging for her. The closer she got to her sisters half of whatever void the split they more the depression would retreat. She looked forward again and skidded to a stop almost slamming right into the barrier that divided the rooms. She glanced back at the smoke which slowed down but still coming nonetheless before banging on the charcoal black barrier, "hey! Ghosty you wanna let me in? It would be very much appreciated!" She yelled before going quiet and listening for her ghostly sisters footsteps. Finally she opened the door and leaned against the frame, she had simple black converse, black skinny jeans and dark gray hoodie, her hair straight and somewhat dark brown with small hints of light brown mixed in, her sleeves pulled up to her elbows revealing several cuts on both arms each different sizes some obviously newer ones as they were bleeding, she held a small bloody knife in her hand and a pistol at her side, cigarette in the other hand. With a tired, depressed and dead look on her face she said "what top hat? I was busy." "Yeah. Busy. Looks let me in okay? For like thirty minutes." "Eh what if I don't want you in my room?" "Your half ghostly ass never wants me in your room yet you usually let me in because of that." She turns around and points at the cloud of depression slowing down but still coming, "ugh fuck me." The ghost whispers under her breath looking down before looking back up and turning around going back into her room "c'mon top hat. Close the door too." "Sweet thanks Phantom!" "Yeah yeah, great sister and all that shit you know the rules Circus"
Circus walks in to the room closing the door behind her looking around, not much has changed there's still discarded bottles of whiskey, beer, wine, clothes thrown around, fridge still almost empty, still almost no light, books thrown on tables most finished the only three with bookmarks are Alice in Wonderland, Death Note and Yellowstone Ghost Stories, still the same depressing room she knows and wishes were a little better. Circus sits down on the couch dusting what smoke and dirt she can off her white skinny jeans and Panic! At The Disco hoodie, removes her backpack and digs through it for her copy of Alice In Zombieland and opens it to chapter 10 where she left off, hey if she's gonna be stuck in such a depressing room she's gonna read while there's time to kill. She sits and reads for perhaps fifteen minutes before feeling a small familiar weight sit next to her and load Netflix once again playing Heathers while cleaning and bandaging her arms for awhile, at least until they stop bleeding.
"Y'know you really shouldn't do that right?" Circus said watching her half dead sister bandage the cuts.
Yes half dead, she's not all the way dead but not all the way alive, she didn't know how to explain it other than she can't technically die, she can die but it takes a lot. She basically a half ghost half human.
"Yeah, I know but you'd be doing it too if you weren't so fucking optimistic all the time." "Look here the thing, we control certain things in this mind scape thing, you control the dark stuff and I control th-" "happy go lucky bullshit. I know. You keep her balanced and control daydream shit and I keep her in the real world keeping her actual emotions in check and you keep what she uses to hide it. I know. But I can't help it okay? It's all my fault anyway." "What's your fault?" Phantom looks down staring to fidget and tapping her fingers against her knees before muttering "it's nothing of your concern." She returns her attention to the movie.
About thirty minutes later Phantom fell asleep. "You know you need to sleep, eat, at least try yoga" circus whispers looking at phantoms chest rise and fall slowly "I know your hiding something ghosty. But why won't you tell me you can trust me right?" Circus sits there for a moment looking at her sisters bloody bandaged arms. Before she knows it an hour has passed and she's still staring. the blood has dried into the bandages. Circus looks around the mess of Phantoms half of their void. "God, you need to at least try to clean I know your depressed and don't have motivation, believe me I get that way too. That's when she just doesn't have good ideas, when she's tired, when she just gives up on the easiest things." A tear slips down Circus's cheek, then another, one more, one after that, before she knows what's happening she's on the floor in front of the couch sobbing, knees pulled close to her chest, head down in her hands.
Phantom slowly stirs, not fully awake, not fully there. She need's to recollect herself, to rejoin the living. She can't stay with the dead. Not forever like she would like. As soon as she opens her eyes and her ghost reconnets with her physical body she hears a sob. a painful one, one she's never heard before. It can't be top hat? she doesn't cry, shes the happy go lucky half, she's not supposed to cry. Right? Phantom slowly shifts her head, just enough to see find the source, she'd better not be hearing him again, she can't stand the thought, she refuses to look back on what broke her. When she shifts her head she finds that her sister is in fact crying, she doesn't know to think, she doesn't know what to do. She lays there for a moment watching her sister cry, just silently watching, keeping her breathing silent and steady. She lays there watching for perhaps ten minutes watching Circus' shoulders jolt with every painful sob. She can't look away, she shifts her body until she's sitting up and sliding onto the floor next to her sister. With out thinking she places and arm around her pulling her close whispering things she said before, things that would calm him until he passed "shh, it's okay, you'll be okay, it'll end soon, then things will be better okay? For some the pain doesn't last forever. You'll be okay in the end, maybe I'll see you again someday. Maybe you'll be happier and not it pain. I liked it when you were happy. It made me happy." Circus' crying quiets down and she places her head on Phantoms shoulder tears still streaming down her face.
Circus never thought words like that would leave Phantoms mouth. She sounded kinda heartbroken like she was talking to someone else, someone on the verge of death.
That's what she wants. She wants death. She wants to die. Phantom carries a knife and gun on her at all times for two reasons either to kill anything that attacks or to kill herself or cut up her arms and legs. She'd notice the gun was gone but the knife, that's not as noticeable. She could stab herself, or slit her wrists, or her throat. She'd need to do it quick. It would hurt but it would be worth it. She glances at the table, Phantoms knife is laying there so close yet so far. She need to get Phantom away even for a quick moment. She thinks for a moment an idea popping into her head. "Um Ghosty?" "Hm?" "Could you go get me some water or something like that?" "Yeah, I'll be right back okay don't do anything." "Okay." Circus says as phantom gets up and wanders into the dark shadows of her room. Circus jumps up grabbing the knife, no more tears streaming down her cherry colored cheeks, with out a second thought she turns the blade where it's facing just below her rib cage closing her eyes, but before she can do anything she feels someone grab her wrist tightly. She slowly opens her hazel eyes making eye contact with her ghostly sisters dark chocolate brown eyes intensely staring with a pain hidden in them, that same pain she's seen before when phantom breaks down into tears but covering that pain is a strong determination. One she's never seen before. She can't look away, she feels the knife slowly removed from her grasp, Phantom not breaking eye contact.
"Unless you wanna say hello to the council of the dead then I suggest you don't do that and you agree to come with me." Phantom says quietly, almost in a ghostly whisper, like she's getting ready to break away from her physical body. "O-okay? Where are we going?" A smirk creeps along Phantoms face "Oh I do hope you like ghosts my dear top hat." Phantom says as she breaks away into her ghostly form taking Circus with her.
One second later they're standing in what seems like a mix of Phantoms void and several different time eras. Phantom looks around the area before whistling loudly, on command hundreds of millions of ghosts and spirits appear. Most dressed differently that others.
"WHAT THE FLYING FUCKING FUCK IS THAT?!"
"That my dear Top Hat is Carol. She was executed for witchcraft. Hey Carol!"
"Um Phantom dear mind telling me WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE?!"
"Oh. Ok then you know super casual and all but- is that Elvis Presley?"
"No Circus that's Harry Houdini. He can sound just like Elvis. Of course that's Elvis you dumbass."
"Yes that's Abraham Lincoln, and Bloody Mary talking over tea and crumpets about politics and war."
"Don't question, just get moving I brought you here to show you a few things." Phantom says pushing her sister forward into the crowd of ghosts.
Fandom: yay! Welcome to my story! I did this because I was insanely bored. I hope you enjoy it it's only part one. I'm not that great of a writer but hey don't judge me I'm trying! I hope you enjoy this if you decided to read it! Phantom and Circus are OC's of mine don't worry I'm getting descriptions ready for them but I'm pretty sure you can tell which is which. Anyway hope you enjoyed it! Okay byeee!
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