-12 days deceased-

Me and my dad sat in the living room with Chloes' parents, I'd dreaded this.

They were still badly handling Chloes'... absence in their life. I don't blame there, it's their own daughter.

There was an extremely awkward silence between all four of us. Well, unless you count Chloe was in the room technically, but I was the only one who could see her.

My dad eventually broke the silence when he asked, "Would anyone like a drink?"

Tracy sniffed her nose and shook her head gently. Richard sighed and said, "I wouldn't mind some coffee, if that's alright with you."

My dad nodded and asked me, "Sam, can you make Mr Caulfield a coffee?"

Richard kindly joked, "You can call me Richard, we're not at work."

Me and my dad politely chuckled, I got up and headed to kitchen. As I got to the coffee machine, Chloe suddenly appeared next to the counter.

That was one thing she could do, she could just move from one place to another in a split second. It was really fucking weird and also creepy.

She didn't say anything, she was completely silent. I immediately noticed that she looked like she was about to cry, her eyes were drowning with tears that wished to burst out.

I hesitantly place my hand on hers and gave her a weak smile. She mumbled, "I didn't think... I never imagined.."

I didn't say anything, even though I wanted to. Chloe always had a complicated relationship with her parents. Her dad was a successful businessman, even though he loved his family very much, he wasn't around a lot. Her mum was a popular hairdresser, she was all about looks and appearances, which would piss Chloe off constantly.

Chloe would fight with her parents a lot, which isn't a big fucking surprise, she basically will pick a fight with anyone if she was in a bad mood. But she did love them, no matter what shit she said to them.

Seeing them so broken and distraught, I could tell it was breaking her heart.

"I didn't know, that me being gone, would have such an effect on them. I mean, I was a fucking horrible daughter, I gave them so much shit and.."

I squeezed her hand tightly, trying to tell her non-verbally that it wasn't her fault. She breathed in deeply and used her other hand to wipe her tears.

She sighed and said, "Hey, you gotta still make those coffees."

I simply nodded and poured the boiling water into the two cups. I cursed to myself when I remembered that I didn't ask how Richard takes his coffee.

Chloe grinned and explained, "He likes his coffee with some cream and sugar, only one table spoon though, he's quite picky."

I smiled and mumbled quietly, "Thank you."

Chloe remarked, "At least I have some use of being a ghost, besides keeping company of your lonely ass."

I rolled my eyes and picked up the two coffees and started going back into the living room. I didn't have to add anything to my dads coffee, he just likes it by itself.

Which in my opinion, is fucking disgusting.

I gave my dad the cup, which he politely nodded thank you. I then gave Richard his, he smiled at me and gently took it from me.

Steadily, I sat down on chair as he started drinking his coffee. His eyes lit up and said, "Oh, a bit of cream and one table spoon of sugar. Thank you Sam, how did you know?"

I bit my lip and simply said, "Chloe mentioned it to me a while back."

His face dropped slightly, but he still gave a small smile, he commented, "I didn't know Chloe knew that."

I saw Chloe sitting by the window, which was directly behind her parents. I wanted to go and comfort her, but I knew I couldn't due to our... circumstances.

Richard said, "You were a good friend to her. She was lucky to have you, I can't imagine how you must feel about this."

I swallowed nervously and simply just nodded. He carried on saying, "As you know, her funeral is in a few weeks. I personally would have it sooner, but most of our family is abroad and can't make it immediately."

By family, he means a lot of relatives that Chloe has probably met a few times and doesn't remember.

"This is a very big favour to ask of you and I completely understand if you don't want to do it. But Tracy and I would think it'd be good if you made a small speech about Chloe."

I completely froze at that moment, everything around me felt like they were slowing down. I started to feel sick, I could feel myself getting lightheaded.

I could hear Tracy say, "I know it's a lot to ask of you, but you knew her best. Well, you knew her better then I did."

Chloe looked at me and I looked at her, she didn't say anything or even do anything. She just looked at me, with no emotion. It honestly scared the shit out of me.

I pressed my lips together while I tried to mentally calm myself down. I simply grumbled, "I'll think about it."

Tracy and Richard nodded in understanding and said, "We would really appreciate it if you could."

My dad rubbed my arm and smiled at me. I still felt sick, I wanted to fucking scream. I felt so much emotions rushing everywhere and I needed to leave, immediately.

"I'm sorry, I've got to go. I'm sorry."

Quickly, I stood up and rushed out of the door. The moment I closed the door behind me, I started running.

I sprinted down the street, not slowing down for one second. I just ran, like the road was never going to end. Everything that I tried to repress in my mind was rushing back to me, consuming my fragile mind.

Suddenly, I tripped over a small stone and collapsed on the hard ground. I immediately felt a stinging sensation to my cheek and knees, fuck sake.

I groaned in pain and sat up slightly. My knees were starting to bleed and I could tell I had a graze on my cheek, I breathed heavily as I tried to ignore the pain.

I saw Chloe's classic cherry red Doc Martens and I looked up at her. She rolled her eyes and joked, "Fucking hell Sammy, you put Usain Bolt to shame with that sprint. I'm almost impressed."

"Fuck off Chloe," I growled at her.

She exclaimed in hurt, "Whoa, calm down! What the fuck have I done?!"

I stood up and exclaimed sarcastically, "Hmm, let's see, shall we? You treated me like a dirt after the whole 'party' situation, then you go and ignore me for weeks. Then you go and get yourself hit by a fucking car, leaving me to grieve. Is there anything else? Oh wait, yes there fucking is! You then come back as some weird fucking ghost or something out of my imagination and now you're head-fucking me!"

Chloe shouted, "I didn't ask for any of that shit to happen! I'm sorry it happened and I know it shouldn't have, but it has! I'm not the only guilty one in this!"

I scoffed and mumbled, "Just leave me alone. I don't want to see your damn face again, dead or alive."

I pushed past her and started walking down the street. But something in me stopped all of a sudden, I clenched my fists and turned around.

But she was gone, like she was supposed to be.