Dead Girls Aren't Supposed To Talk Back (An Original Story)
My name is Evangeline Woode, and I was of sound body and mind. That is until my dead best friend came back and now we talk every night. She's the voice in my ear telling me what I've done and what I'm doing wrong. I'm going insane, right? Dead girls aren't supposed to talk to you anymore once they've bit the dust, right? I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy. Who am I trying to kid? I AM crazy.
This is my journal, read if you wish.
This is Still July
I sat across the table, at the local cafe, facing Zach Davis, a.k.a. The Murderer of Venia and Her Former Boyfriend. Now don't get me wrong, Zach isn't ugly by any means; hell, Venia was gorgeous and so was he, but he was automatically deemed ugly and worthless in my mind, or what's left of it.
"I'm sorry Evangeline, there's honestly nothing else I can say. It's all my fault one hundred percent, but can you at least hear me out?" He pleaded, leaning across the table.
"I can hear you out, though I'd much rather hear you in," I said, confusing even myself.
"Nothing," I mumbled, realizing that I sound just as crazy aloud as I do in my disarrayed mind.
"I want you to not hate me, Evangeline. We've gotten along pretty well before, we were cordial, but now I get the feeling that you're a tad bit hostile, and you have every right to be after what I did, but--Evangeline?" Zach asked.
I was staring off into space, thinking about how Venia wasn't here and how I felt normal. And extremely tired. I felt my eyes begin to droop, and I saw the blurred image of Zach's worried face.
"Evangeline, are you all right? Vange," He said, standing up and walking over to me. "What's wrong? Are you tired?" He asked.
I nodded. "I haven't had a proper night's sleep since Venia died," I mumbled groggily. Zach's face looked broken, but if he knew the hidden reason why I haven't gotten any sleep, he'd look even more broken and then drag me home and tell my parents that I see a dead person. And then it's off to some psychiatric ward for me. And that's not going to happen, regardless if they have medications that'll make it all stop. I don't want to be the girl hospitalized because she couldn't handle it anymore, the death of her best friend.
"I'm so sorry Evangeline, I can say it a million times, but they're just words. Nothing I do or say will bring her back or make her memory go away. I know you'll never forgive me," Zach said, helping me up and supporting most of my weight.
"I may never forgive you, but in time I know I'll forget," I mumbled, my head lolling to the side. I knew people were staring at us, but then again, people have stared at me once or twice for talking to Venia, whom they couldn't see.
"I'm taking you home," He told me as he helped me into his car. On the drive back to my house, I couldn't completely fall asleep, and listened to the radio. I stared at Zach when he wasn't watching, thinking about how attractive and stupid he was. Quite a combination if you ask me.