It's enough .
I grasped the phone, and decided to call him again, even though he won't respond.
Holding the phone beside my ear, I hung it myself,knowign he won't answer.
My hopes gave up after the 11th time his phone rang. What a sensitive half-wit.
I sealed my eyes, and squeezed it hard inside my eye skin. I knew the tears would be dashed to my eyes again.
"Are you such an idiot?" A voice broke out, causing my slammed eyes to broaden directly.
"You again? I thought you too were fed up with me." I sounded silly.
"Then why would I choose you from the very beginning?"
"Huh?" Unknowingly, blood hastened to my cheeks.
"Leave that, talk about your best friend, Rebecca."
"What do I do? I called him hundred times and_"
"Do you want a slap from me? "
This time his words enraged me, causing my body to sit up from the leisurely position I was in, "Excuse me? First of all , you are a complete stranger. Second, I don't know you , leave that, I don't even know your face. Third, who the fuck are you to tell me what I should do?" This time , I zoomed in with my words, wonder if he could understand .
"I'm a stranger? You've been talking to me so swimmingly without a single shed of fright, and yet I'm a stranger?"
That hit me. Cause in a sense, yeah I did.
" You do know who I am, but vaguely. You wanna see my face?"
"Whe-Where are yo-you?"
"In front."
Shocked by his words, I bounced out of the bed, nearly falling on my face.
"Wha-what are you? Ar-are you a ghost?!" My lips were trembling by then, and I felt weak at my knees.
"Chill out princess."
"Oh my god ! It means youarethesoulofadeadprincewhonevergotmarried,andisnowheretofindaprincesswhichisme?!?" Okay, now he would never comprehend my rapid words.
"No, I'm not. I just want to be your friend."
Wait, he just understood my words. Fascinatingly awful.
"But I don't. Piss off" I gestured my hands to shoo him off . I was getting too dotish...
"Clay."
"Clay? What happened to him?"
"His parents died, he is an orphan now, without any friends. So he suicided. I'm sorry."
"What the freak! Oh my god. Oh my god. It's all my fault. It's all my fault. No shit. No!" I started panting, in the verge of tears, regretting every second of that prom party. It can't be just happening.
While my eyes were filled with tears, and hysteric impressions, an uproarious laughter attacked my ears. And feelings.
"Are you serious? You just said I'm a total stranger and now YOU JUST BELIEVED ME!"
His illogical chortling became ceaseless, making me boil without chemical changes.
"JUST PUT A SOCK IN IT ALREADY! Do you know how it feels to be so unbefriended with only one friend with you who also does a bunk , leaving you all alone, like everyone else? Do you know how it feels when your imbecile parents leave you all alone in the house, expecting you to be OK while all you do is sob and study? Do you know how it feels to have creepy freakin' incidents occurring all around YOU?"
The awkward silence brushed through my skin like a cool summer breeze, it put us on edge. Even though it was as normal as isolated streets, my heart pounded heavily.
"Yes, I do. Yes Rebecca, I do," he broke into the wicked silence, making me lift my eyes nut soon changed the subject, "What are you waiting for? If you want your only companion, go to him idiot, instead of calling him knowingly he won't answer, idiot."
"So you wanted to slap me, cause of this?"
"Any other reason?" He paused, " Now go, I'm with you."
"Where were you at the prom?"
"I was all way with you."
The memories snapped in my mind,making me vulnerable. Along with the bloody body, decapitated body,which I swore never to talk about.
"Once I return, I WILL talk to you,stranger."
"Allen, it's my name. Surname." Even with the sorrowful incidents going on, knowing his name made me as pleased as punch. I was cheery, once again. Allen.
"Mr. Allen, then?"
***
" You are a bimbo!" I knocked at the door, as hard as my knuckles could follow.
"Keep trying Reccy!You can do it!" Allen whispered from behind,in a playful manner and chuckles knowing that the scene here was of tensity.
"Will you just shut your gob?"
When my knocking disturbing plan flunked, I had to go my to detective mode.
"Wonder how you remember the detective feat, it was way before you were even 7."
The way he knew about my childhood didn't seem to startle me, as I was already used to his supernatural mind powers. Ignoring his agitation, I went passed the bushes into the backyard. It was his cousin's house where he barely even came, excusing his haughty personality.As it was only 2 storey abode, I could easily reach the window. Well yes, I was lunatic.
A large, majestic oak tree, stood on the uneven ground beside the house, hanging its boughs that touched two of the window. As far as I remember, Clay's room had a window from we could see the tree. So that must be it.
Without any hesitation, I pulled my legs up the coaxial trunk, and continued to climb up, until I reached the mystical yet lateral branch. I steadily became a four legged pussy, who gripped the slender branch to reach the window.
Slow Beca.
Slow
Dont fall.
Slow.
Steady.
"If you could just stop ogling at the ground, your heart may gather courage." Allen's voice seemed closer than before.
"Ar-are you ju-just behind me?" I slightly tilted my head to perceive the 'not stranger.' "Are you a ghost? Are you trying to eat me? Are you_"
"Stop repeating stuff. Hon in on Clay." His voice volumed up.
Ya right.
Gathering my courage, I forwarded each knee gently as my destination seemed closer and closer by time.
"You know, you brood over stuff a lot."
"Thinking is good for me."
"You know-"
"No I don't know, just say it!"
"Okay relax. You see, there was a man who drank a lot, but no matter how much he thought about it, he could not get rid of his drinking habit so he gave up his thinking."
I don't know how but that sounded bit comical, related to the situaion, making me chuckle for a while. Then again, I was in a holy serious job. As I reached the end of the branch that connected me to one of the rooms, I excitedly looked back, expecting Allen to be there.
"I always wanted to remind you of my eyes." He suddenly mentioned.
"Well, you are a denigned ghost so you can show up, camouboy."
"As per your wish, I shall put myself on spotlight."
Shaking at the end of the branch , I waited for him to show up but he was yet a mystery.
Turning away from where I was looking, stupidly expecting him to show up, I finally determined my only mission for today, Fixing the Bimbo.
"Look now, Reccy."
Rolling my eyes, i turned back. I swear I would never response to that ghost , if he does not show up.
Ghost.
I wasn't afraid?
***
As I waited for almost 5.5 seconds, I did comprehend his pranks. So grudgingly I decided to turn back.
But before I could, a shade of inscrutable pink shaded eyes slowly started to cover the background, which soon switched to mixture of crimson and currant enclosed by the dark colour, as black as ebony. Along with the black pupil that turned into a oval shape and later the horrendous lined shape of the black green-eyed cats. And that immediately reminded me of the souls and spirits in movies. Holy guacamole.
"Oh my god, oh my, you...you!" Before I could continue, my deafening hysterical shriek made his eyes vanish into the night's darkness. And with that my vibrating body plummeted to the ground , making me fall on my face. Ouch.
Before I could , myself vanish into the faint darkness, my vague vision perceived an adolescent that resembled Clay, whose voice soon reached my ears, "Oh my god Rebecca! What happened? Wait I'm coming!"
And then swept my eyes into darkness.