I've become a stalker.

No, I'm not proud of it, but what else can I do? I need to know a few things as I wait for Diana to come back to Street. First, I need to know where Roxi lives and when Diana will arrive. So I actually roam around her to hear her conversations, leaving James all alone, but that's actually a nice thing. It's actually a new type of torture to be around Roxi and Adeline a whole day. They are not shallow, they only have moments, but they are so mean. Not like Diana in the sense they attack the person directly, but in a more cowardly way. They talk behind everyone's back, making vicious comments, laughing at almost everyone. More than once I want to slap them for the things they say. I do mess with them a few times, though, when James is not around. Just scaring them, or just hiding their things. Nothing lethal, but enough to give them a headache.

I've tried a few more times saying things to Adeline and Roxi. What I've learnt about that experiment is that I can't exactly be heard or anything, but I can kind of transmit my intention. For some reason, Adeline is more perceptive than Roxi. Most of the time my coaxing doesn't work with the cherry blossom-haired girl, and more often than not it does work with Adeline. I assume it's a thing about mental strength.

I tried making Roxi poke her nose in public, many, many, many times, to no avail. There's no way I can make her do something, but I can bring up certain topics. Like put a seed in their heads and see what happens. Besides making her call Diana to come, nothing else has worked as I expected. I tried to make her think James hates her and to stay away from him. Apparently, all I could transmit was James so they spent about an hour talking about him. I hated that hour. Maybe it was two minutes, but it felt like an hour of torture.

Once I know all I needed, I go back to James. It was all the rest of Thursday and the whole Friday that I spent around Roxi and even if it's been barely twenty-four hours, I've missed James terribly. I can't believe how used I am to be around him. I've naturally forgotten that other people can't listen to me and that whatever I say is just a shout in the void.

I find James in the library. I stop a few steps away, just watching him. He's drawing again, with his headphones on, keeping the world shut out. That is how I met him, when he didn't let anyone in. Somehow he let me in his small bubble. He's let me see his smiles, his caring side. Something no one else has seen, not even his family because they've turned their backs on him, too.

I want to go up to him and hug him so tight from behind, to wrap my arms tightly around his waist, resting my chin on his shoulder, letting our cheeks touch. I want to comfort this lonely boy, but I can't do that. For as long as I keep carrying this sorrow with me I can't touch him.

I think another big reason why I want to finish this deal with Diana is so I can get rid of these dark feelings. To leave them behind so I can finally touch him, hug him, without letting him experience the pain I live with. It's okay if it's cold, but I don't want it to be painful.

Although I'm dying to hug him, I just walk up to him and sit on the table, next to him. The moment he sees me there his smile is automatic, the sparkle in his eyes comes back. He looks happy.

"Had fun with Roxi?" he asks me and I roll my eyes.

"The time of my life and no-life," I reply, making him chuckle. "She's bully just like Diana. The only difference is that she does it from behind. Not sure what's worse," I muse and James seems to ponder.

"I think Roxi's way hurts less, but it's equally low," he comments and I have to agree. "So, did you find out all you wanted?"

"Yup. Diana arrives tomorrow, but she can't come with her husband or child, saying it's too soon for the baby to travel," I reply, kicking my legs in a very childish way.

"And what are you gonna do then?"

"I'm not sure yet. I'll figure it out when I see her. I was thinking of going at night, sneak in the house and find her. I won't just scare her, I don't want that. Or maybe I'll make sure she knows it's me, that I'm hunting her. Maybe the fear will make her apologise, don't you think?"

James nods. "You're good at scaring people," he comments and I give him a bright, happy smile, and a peace sign.

"The best ghost around. I should get a medal or something."

James laughs and shakes his head, but we leave the topic there. He just goes back to drawing and I watch him calmly. That's how the rest of the day goes by, in our normal routine and the same for Saturday. Although as the sun goes down that day, I get more anxious. We've checked on Facebook and know Diana is already in town. Which means I'll be done with this soon. I'll complete my unfinished business and be able cross over, finally, after fifteen years of just wandering, repeating the same routine over and over again.

It'll be done. I'll be done with this life.

I can barely hold my own anxiety when James and I head to Roxi's house. I can feel James' own nerves and fears, I know it by the way his eyes watch me so carefully and that little crease between his brows, telling me about all his worries. But I can't really focus on that when I'm so close to finish this. I'm both eager and terrified because I can't be sure of what comes next, but I know I'll finally put this chapter behind.

An apology. That's all I want. An honest and wholeheartedly apology. I need to know she regrets what she did. If I can get that, then I'm sure I can move on.

"We're here," I announce. James stops, watching the big house that seems so carefully taken care of. I wouldn't believe such poisonous people live in there if it weren't because I followed Roxi here.

"I'll be waiting for you here once you're done. Be careful, Paige. And whatever happens, whatever you feel, remember you're better than them, okay?" James advises me and I nod. I need to keep that in mind.

I will not lose myself. I won't let his fears come true. I need to hold on to that. If not for me, for James. I can't let my mind forget there are people out there who actually care about me. If I do that, like when I killed myself, then I'll really become a monster.

James eyes are so intense on me, so apprehensive and wary. He takes a step closer and my breath gets caught in my throat, but I don't move, even when he leans closer. I freeze when his hands grab my face and that same shock helps to keep all my other feelings at bay, controlled somehow. He then leans forward, his lips finding my forehead for the briefest moment before I'm released from his hold. I'm left there, blinking quickly, with a racing heart and slightly shaking hands.

"Good luck and come back to me, okay?" he says but I can't reply, I just nod.

James takes a few more steps back, giving me the space I need to collect myself and remember why I'm here. I nod to myself and take deep breaths before turning around and focusing on entering the house. I'll have to do something I hate, something that hurts, but it's the best way to do it.

I let go of the grip of my own energy and matter, until I lose my body and can walk through the door. It hurts, but I can control it because I'm doing this consciously and it's just through inanimate matter. When I walk through people it's normally unexpected and I can't really prepare myself, so I am never ready for the pain. It surprises and consumes me.

Once inside I hear the telly so I go there to find two old people watching a film together. I assume they are Diana's parents and I want to throw cushions at them. How can people actually raise kids like Diana, who actually torture the weak as a form of amusement? How can they fail that much as parents? But I don't throw cushions at them, I just walk up to them and blow air to their napes, scaring the living days out of them.

This whole family is toxic. I hate them all.

I run upstairs, looking for Diana. I don't find Roxi although I do walk into her room. I assume she's out, partying with her friends. So I keep looking for my nemesis and after a few more doors I find her in front of a laptop, typing with the ease of an expert. I stand behind her just to see her writing what looks like an article. On her Facebook it said she works for a magazine, maybe she's writing for it.

"Diana," I call, my hand brushing her hair. That makes her stop, a shiver running down her spin.

The rage in, all that hatred that has consumed me for so long roars to life, consuming me and I have to actually fight to remember to stop it from taking control over me. A part of me wants to hurt her so bad. I could do that. I could grab her and throw her against a wall. Do to her the same things she did to me, give her the same bruises she left on my own skin. But I won't do that.

"James," I whisper to myself, calling the boy that isn't with me now. "I won't hurt her like she deserves because of you."

Instead, I keep brushing her hair, alerting her of my presence somehow. She isn't alone anymore.

"Diana... do you remember me?" I talk in her hear, making her shiver more violently.

She turns in her chair, eyes wide and scared. I take a few steps back when I see that face fifteen years older now, as old as I should be if I hadn't died when I was just seventeen. Those same eyes that tormented me for years. The same eyes that hunted my nightmares and that I feared so much, but at the same time hated with a burning passion. I see her eyes and I want to make her cry and beg for forgiveness. I want to destroy her completely.

I start shaking, my mind going numb, my vision getting blurry and it's getting harder to remember why I shouldn't kill her right now. She killed my soul, it's the least I could do.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

But there's still a little voice in my head telling me no, to stop, to control this. I'm not Diana, I will not lower myself to her level. So I close my eyes, I don't want to see her because if I do then I won't be able to listen to that little voice anymore. So, with my eyes still closed, I approach her, carefully walking towards her chair. It's just three steps until I feel her. Her energy colliding with mine. I open my eyes then, just to see her shivering.

"You killed me, Diana," I say. "You pushed me. Over and over again, you told me to kill myself. And I did, your words got to me, you see? Look at me now. LOOK AT ME!" I shout, grabbing her shoulders and pinning her against the chair. She screams, all colour drained from her face. "Look at what I did for you!"

Tears start falling from her eyes and I know why. She's feeling my pain because my head is plagued with the memories of my last day. All that hurt and hatred, all that numbness that made me slice open my veins. She's feeling all that now. She's feeling my emotions.

"Did you even see my body? The message I left for you... Because I did it, Diana. For you and all your friends, I did it," I continue, my own hands sneaking up, cupping her face. She's breathing hard, her whole body shaking violently.

"P-Paige," she breathes out, barely a whisper.

"That's right. It's me... I'm here, making you sure you don't forget me. You've carried on with your life and I lost mine. Is that fair? And you didn't take only my life, you also took my family. Have you thought about that!? Do you even feel sorry about what you did!?" I keep shouting, holding her face even tighter, my own hands shaking with my own pain and sorrow.

I think of my mother, of her hollow shell that has been existing for fifteen years. I think of a father I can barely remember by now. A father that left my broken mother to suffer on her own. All because this girl couldn't leave me alone.

"You made me kill myself, Diana. Your hand guided mine as I pierced my flesh. It was you," I tell her, practically pressing our foreheads together. "Do you even feel guilty?"

"I'm sorry..." she says. "I'm sorry, Paige. It's you, isn't it? You finally came for me. I'm sorry," she cries and even if she's saying those words I'm not okay. It doesn't fix anything. "I'm so sorry. Please... don't kill me."

I let her go, I release her as if her skin were burning me. She falls off her chair, ending like a sobbing mess on the floor. I watch her, feeling, for the first time, pity for her. For this murderer who drove me insane. As she keeps crying, I only feel cold. She apologised, she's sorry, she cries and she is scared. She felt all my pain, I made her know... but I'm still here. I'm still dead. My family is still broken.

I go to her desk, grab a piece of paper and a pen and write my address. Below that, with big letters I wrote 'apologise,' and throw it at her. She grabs it in her shaky hands and reads it.

"I-I-I will. I'm sorry, Paige. I really am. Don't take me with you. I was stupid, and immature. I never thought you... I'm sorry."

"I hope you don't fail as a parent like yours did. I hope your daughter doesn't make your same mistakes. I hope you realise how horrible you are and will always be."

And with that, I turn around and leave, feeling as heavy as when I walked in. Feeling my emotions choking me because her apology didn't change anything.

I made her feel, I made her cry, I scared her... but I only feel worse.

Where did I go wrong, then?

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So... that's the chapter and the next one is intense. You saw what she did and as you knew already, revenge wasn't her unfinished business. What could be?

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