Tw: mentions of suicide

Brendon and I were chilling on the couch at Pete's while Pete came back from picking up the food we had ordered. The tv had the news playing quietly in the background. I wasn't paying much attention to it as we ate and talked, that is, until a familiar face flashed across the screen.

"Holy shit!"

"What!?" Pete asked.

"That's! That's the... the guy!"

"Who are you pointing at!?" He asked

"The... the guy! What's his name?" I thought for a moment, "David... Daniel, no... Dallon! That's Dallon! Wait, why is he on the news?"

"Haven't you heard? This guy has murdered like five girls in totally different cities around the country."

"Like, Ted Bundy sorta shit?" Brendon chimed.

"Yeah, it's crazy. They still haven't caught him too. He's still out there." Pete explained.

"Where has he been?" I asked, trying to make a connection.

"I haven't seen a whole lot; but I did see he was near here for a little while. I think more at the beginning, before he started blowing up. How do you know this guy, anyways?"

"He was..." Should I tell them? They already know her, but it's her personal business...

"I saw a picture of him and Y/n together, like, together together."

"Wait, really?" I nodded, "No shit, how did Y/n die?"

"I don't think she wants me to say. She's really sensitive about it."

"Come on Ryan, I'm not gonna tell on you."

"Well, she said it was a suicide."

"Suicide? That's weird. I would've thought for sure..." Pete said, now puzzled.

"That's all I know about it." Pete pulled out his laptop and started typing.

"Holy shit yeah, he lived at your house, Ryan!"

"Yeah, I know. He was engaged to Y/n," I looked over his shoulder, "Wait, how'd you find all this stuff? All I got was an abandoned MySpace page when I looked him up," Pete shrugged, "What'd you type in?"

"Dallon Weekes murderer." He said.

"Try just typing in, Dallon Weekes." He did so, but got almost the same results from the first time.

"That is so weird. That's what I typed into my laptop, I didn't see any of this stuff!" I exclaimed.

"Weird, maybe your ghost girlfriend did something to it." He suggested.

"She's not my girlfriend! And I don't think so, she freaked out pretty bad when I looked this stuff up. When I did, I barely got any info on them." I explained.

"When did you look this stuff up?"

"Like, last week."

"That's probably why, all the stuff he's done hadn't been sent out until like a couple days ago." He explained.

"Why are we talking about this again?" Brendon asked.

"Cause, Ryan's ghost girlfriend dated this murderer and it's interesting!"

"She-" I began.

"This whole thing is just, weird." Brendon interrupted.

"Ryan, what's your girlfriend's last name?" Pete asked, typing.

"She's not my girl-"

"Yeah yeah, she's 'not your girlfriend' what is it?"

"I don't think she would want you looking her up. I did that and she was not happy, at all."

"Well, she's not here, so she can't get mad at me."

"Pete, this is bad, you know it's bad. Just don't."

"Fine!" He shut the laptop and put it back on the side table.

"I should probably get going. I'll see you guys later." I said, getting up.

"Gotta get home to your ghost girlfriend?" Pete teased.

"She... she's not my girlfriend!"

"Your face says otherwise." He said.

"Shut up!" Was the last thing I said, before leaving, and driving home. He is so annoying! We are not dating! Y/n is really pretty though... and she's funny... and- ...what am I thinking!? She'd never like me like that... I should stop thinking those things...

As soon as I opened the front door, music blasting from upstairs played through the whole house. Again? Really...

"Y/n!" I ran up the stairs, "Y/n, I'm home!" I knocked on the door, no answer, "Y/n?" I opened the door, she lay on my bed, Birthday lie on top of her as she stroked the kittens fur. She turned her head towards me.

"Oh hi," With a flick of her hand, the music was shut off, "I was just petting Birthday, I'll go."

"No, it's okay, are you okay?" She looked paler than usual, as I stepped closer, dried tears covered her face.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Am I great? Not really," She turned her attention back towards Birthday, "Ryan, do you know what day it is today?"

"It's the 24th, I think." I answered.

"Do you know what's so significant about May 24th?" I shook my head, "What's significant about May 24th, Birthday?" She meowed, "Today's the day I took someone's life. By someone, I mean me."

"I'm sorry I didn't-"

"I'm not done. If I were still alive, do you know where I'd be right now?"

"No, where would you be?" I now sat at the end of the bed.

"I'd be married by now. I'd be happy. No matter how shitty your life may seem, never give up. You gotta promise me you'll never do that to yourself. I-" She began to weep.

"I promise and I'm sorry."

"Do you know how long I've been in this fucking house?" I shook my head, "I've been in this house for-" She paused for a moment, "I don't even know how long I've been in this fucking house! It's been years! Trapped in this shitty little house that only reminds me of the life I could've had if I hadn't hurt myself!" She cried.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's gonna be okay." I tried to calm her, but I only failed.

"No it's not o-fucking-kay!" She cried into her hands, "The sad part is, I barely even remember him."

"What?"

"I don't remember him, not anymore," The kitten moved from on top of her to a spot on the bed, "I just know, he made me happy. But that's long gone, I mean, what kinda guy would like a train wrecked ghost like me, anyways?" She sat up, legs crisscrossed.

"You're not that bad."

"What?"

"I said, you're not that bad. You said you were a train wreck, everyone's got problems. I've got problems, Pete's got problems, and probably even Birthday has problems. That's just how it be sometimes." She softly giggled, I scooted closer to her.

"What kind of problems do you think Birthday has to deal with?"

"Wether or not she'll be petted by me, or petted by you," We both lightly laughed, "I'm here for you, if you ever need to talk to anyone. I don't mind."

"Thank you, y'know you're the first person I ever talked to, after I died."

"See, aren't you happy I moved in? I mean, it was a rough start." She giggled.

"Yeah, sorry about that," She smiled at me, "I am happy you moved in, I mean, then I wouldn't get to hang out with Birthday all the time."

"Right, because Birthday will in fact, talk to you, and let you use her things, and even let you sleep in her bed."

"Well duh Ryan, that's why she's the best," We both laughed, Birthday looked at us, confused. The room went quiet, our eyes met, "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you're about to do something we both know you shouldn't."

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Because, I'm a ghost, you're alive. You should be with girls that are also, alive." She stared at the comforter and made shapes with her fingers.

"I don't really care if you're a ghost, human, or an ogre, for that matter."

"That's nice." Her eyes met mine one last time before she kissed my cheek, and disappeared into the air. I felt the bed move a bit, the sound of soft footsteps echoed until she had made her way down the stairs, to where ever her destination was. My hand held my cheek. She kissed my cheek... wow... that's so cool...

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Hi guys! Hope you liked the chapter, it was very fun to write! If you guys ever need anyone to talk to I'm here for you guys. Quarantine has been fun, lots of drawing and not a lot of writing since my kindle broke. I'm so mad about that, it was like day two when it broke! Ahh! Anyways, stay safe, wash your hands, and stay five feet away from people. Have an epic sick nasty awesome sauce day~peace out cheesebags