Love is Dead, Literally.

So this is one of my Quotev stories. It cusses and includes suicide and graphic scenes. Reader discretion is advised.


4. Chapter 4: Questionnaire

I sat on my bed and looked across my room. Elizabeth sat in, well hovered above, the computer chair on the other side of my room. I sat with me elbows resting on my knees. My head sat in my hands as I stared at her.

"Any powers?"

"What?" She looked confused.

"Can you move stuff?" I asked.

"I'm a ghost. Not a freaking wizard."

"Okay... Um... What about my dream?"

"Kind of just a beacon..."

"Okay. How about the light?"

"The light?"

"Yeah the light at the end of the tunnel."

"If I saw that I wouldn't be here. Duh."

"Good point..."

"What's it like?"

"Being a ghost?"


"It's like being ignored forever. No one to talk to for years. Nothing to do because of no desire to go anywhere. I have no reason. Even less than before I bled out. It's forever loneliness."


"I slit me wrist and bled out. No one cared about me. It was the only way that I saw out..."

"I know how that feels."

"What do you...? Oh."

She noticed my wrists and frowned. She looked from mine to hers and then back at mine. Her head hung low and it looked as if she were about to cry.

"You okay?"

"Just memories. It's not like I can actually feel anymore, sadly. I haven't physically felt since I died."


"Humans touch humans. Ghosts touch ghosts. There is no middle man."

"What about other ghosts?"

"There are none here..."

We both sat in silence for what seemed like forever. The sun was now starting to set. The birds started to quiet down as the crickets grew louder. The room grew darker and we still sat there, awkwardly.

"DINNER!" My mom called from downstairs.

I looked at Elizabeth who smiled at me.

"I'll be back." I said as I got up and walked out of the room.

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