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about it! Do you love me or not?”
“Yes, I love you-”
“Then why won’t you do this for me?”
“Dylan, are you out of your fucking mind?” I yelled. I had never yelled at him before and I wanted to crinkle up and float away with the way he looked at me, seething with hatred instead of love.
“No. I am not but you are just like the rest of them. You don’t really love me, Blair. If you did then you’d do this for me.”
“That’s not fair, Dylan. I love you, I love you so much. But you are asking me to do something awful. I will not kill myself for you. Do you understand? Take me back to shore and drive me home.” I looked around to see if there were any boats around us, and in the distance I saw headlights coming through the trees.
“I’m sorry, Blair.” I could hear the creaking of the wood as the weight shifted on the boat. I turned to say something to Dylan, but before I could utter a word, he snatched me by my hair and yanked me upward. The boat rocked back and forth severely and I couldn’t see his face.
I screamed as loud as I could and tried to pull my hair out of his grip. What was he doing to me? I told him to stop, screamed as loud as my vocal chords could handle. But he punched me in the stomach and I fell overboard and into the freezing black water.
My eyelids fluttered and I was now staring at Tate again, and he was staring at me, worried as anyone could look. It was another vision and this one caused goose bumps to grow all over my body.
“Maybe I should take you back home,” he said.
“No. it’s okay. I need to get out of that house and I’m sorry I keep flipping out around you. It’s not like me really. Let’s just go to the cemetery and act like this never happened.” I turned back to the road and swallowed hard.
Why did Dylan want me to kill myself? Nothing was making any sense and it was bugging me more than anything. He was accusing me of not loving him enough and he tried to kill me for not wanting to die for him. I didn’t understand, but I knew of one person who could maybe help me. Pearl.
“Okay, as long as you promise that you are okay.” I turned back to him and put on the fakest smile I’d ever used.
“I promise.”
The cemetery was dreary and cold as we passed through the rotted iron gates, two stone guardian angels glaring down upon us as Tate held the ghost box in his hand. It looked like a handheld radio turned inside out. It was odd and I couldn’t wait to see what would happen.
Just for now I had to get everything off of my mind and tomorrow I’d find a way to get to Pearl and make her help me this time around. I was seeing these dead girls, getting scary gifts, having visions of the night Dylan tried to kill me, and my best friend was nowhere to be seen.
She had to help me now. I was glad that I now knew what Dylan wanted from me, but I still didn’t know why he wanted me to do it.
We walked down the cemetery trail, the scent of rain getting stronger. We didn’t have much time and we’d be soaked soon. I watched Tate mess with the dial on the radio, tuning it to different stations of annoying white noise. He seemed very focused on the ghost box, his eyes set on only that until we came upon a tomb.
I stopped in front of it, taking in the crumbling stone and the strange gargoyles that sat on top of the four gray pillars, their deep set eyes staring down at me. For a moment I swore they were about to take flight and shoot down at us for disturbing their peace.
“Is there someone here?” Tate’s voice startled me as I turned to him. For a long while I waited for a voice to appear in the white noise. But there was nothing. He tuned it again and waited, digging the heels of his shoes into the loose dirt.
“Maybe they are all resting,” I joked. He laughed and turned the dial all the way to the left, the white noise growing louder by the second. Something was
“Yes, I love you-”
“Then why won’t you do this for me?”
“Dylan, are you out of your fucking mind?” I yelled. I had never yelled at him before and I wanted to crinkle up and float away with the way he looked at me, seething with hatred instead of love.
“No. I am not but you are just like the rest of them. You don’t really love me, Blair. If you did then you’d do this for me.”
“That’s not fair, Dylan. I love you, I love you so much. But you are asking me to do something awful. I will not kill myself for you. Do you understand? Take me back to shore and drive me home.” I looked around to see if there were any boats around us, and in the distance I saw headlights coming through the trees.
“I’m sorry, Blair.” I could hear the creaking of the wood as the weight shifted on the boat. I turned to say something to Dylan, but before I could utter a word, he snatched me by my hair and yanked me upward. The boat rocked back and forth severely and I couldn’t see his face.
I screamed as loud as I could and tried to pull my hair out of his grip. What was he doing to me? I told him to stop, screamed as loud as my vocal chords could handle. But he punched me in the stomach and I fell overboard and into the freezing black water.
My eyelids fluttered and I was now staring at Tate again, and he was staring at me, worried as anyone could look. It was another vision and this one caused goose bumps to grow all over my body.
“Maybe I should take you back home,” he said.
“No. it’s okay. I need to get out of that house and I’m sorry I keep flipping out around you. It’s not like me really. Let’s just go to the cemetery and act like this never happened.” I turned back to the road and swallowed hard.
Why did Dylan want me to kill myself? Nothing was making any sense and it was bugging me more than anything. He was accusing me of not loving him enough and he tried to kill me for not wanting to die for him. I didn’t understand, but I knew of one person who could maybe help me. Pearl.
“Okay, as long as you promise that you are okay.” I turned back to him and put on the fakest smile I’d ever used.
“I promise.”
The cemetery was dreary and cold as we passed through the rotted iron gates, two stone guardian angels glaring down upon us as Tate held the ghost box in his hand. It looked like a handheld radio turned inside out. It was odd and I couldn’t wait to see what would happen.
Just for now I had to get everything off of my mind and tomorrow I’d find a way to get to Pearl and make her help me this time around. I was seeing these dead girls, getting scary gifts, having visions of the night Dylan tried to kill me, and my best friend was nowhere to be seen.
She had to help me now. I was glad that I now knew what Dylan wanted from me, but I still didn’t know why he wanted me to do it.
We walked down the cemetery trail, the scent of rain getting stronger. We didn’t have much time and we’d be soaked soon. I watched Tate mess with the dial on the radio, tuning it to different stations of annoying white noise. He seemed very focused on the ghost box, his eyes set on only that until we came upon a tomb.
I stopped in front of it, taking in the crumbling stone and the strange gargoyles that sat on top of the four gray pillars, their deep set eyes staring down at me. For a moment I swore they were about to take flight and shoot down at us for disturbing their peace.
“Is there someone here?” Tate’s voice startled me as I turned to him. For a long while I waited for a voice to appear in the white noise. But there was nothing. He tuned it again and waited, digging the heels of his shoes into the loose dirt.
“Maybe they are all resting,” I joked. He laughed and turned the dial all the way to the left, the white noise growing louder by the second. Something was
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