This is the fourth and final part of ghost's backstory. plz read previous three parts. part 1: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/345863361/ Contains blood, violence, insanity and homophobia. I am NOT homophobic and will support everyone in the lgbt+ community. Tuesday 9th October 2012: I sat down with Alex as we ate lunch. “You’re crazy,” he said. “I had to protect you! You aren’t gay so why should you get attacked?” I point out. “SO?! You think I can’t protect myself? Do you think I’m weak?” “Alex-“ “No, I don’t want to hear it.” Alex said turning around and storming off. Monday 15th October 2012: It’s been a week since Alex and I had our fight. I hadn’t seen him in a few days. Was he sick? “Sebastian, I know you’re worried about Alex. Can I tell you something?” my grandma asked. “Sure,” I’d probably find out this information sooner or later. “Alex died yesterday.” “When’s his funeral?!” I asked. “It’s today after school.” At the funeral: I ran to the place where funerals were held, my blind eye making it slightly harder to tell where I was going and a few times I slipped on a rock or pebble. I got to the field where people should’ve been gathered. Where was everyone? Had I missed it? I began to leave. I felt like I was struggling against a giant wave in the ocean trying to pull me under the water. It was hopeless and I gave up. Thursday 1st November 2012: I sat on my bed. The memories of Alex’s funeral haunting me. “No I don’t want to talk to him!” a voice that sounded like Alex’s sounded outside my door and a moment later grandma and Alex floated in. “Alex?” I asked. I hadn’t seen him since the day we fought. “Sebastian.” His voice was filled with longing. “No I don’t want to talk to you!” Alex turned his back and his voice became sharp. “Alex, I’m sorry” “So that’s why the only person even attending my funeral leaves the moment they get there?!” My blood ran cold. No-one cared enough about Alex to attend his funeral even? “Alex, I thought I was late and it was over.” I whispered. Alex faced me again and we stood in silence for a few moments. “I’m going to leave the two of you alone now.” Grandma said as she turned around and floated through the roof. “So, um… should we maybe hug?” “… Maybe…” “Wait but I’m a ghost, I can’t touch you and you can’t touch me! How is our relationship supposed to work?” “Ghosts can choose to who can touch them and who just phases through them.” I explain. “Thank you!” Alex said, flinging himself on me and hugging me. I hugged back. The next day at school: I ran down the hallway trying to get away from the homophobic mob chasing me. My blind eye was really messing with me as I turned a corner. “Hey, you need help?” a transparent figure stood leaning against the wall. I looked at her closer and realized that unlike ghosts I could not see her out of both eyes but she was transparent unlike humans. She was different. I opened my mouth to question her when she disappeared and attacked the homophobic mob. “Who are you?” I asked. “Name’s Rachel. I’m an imaginary friend.” She explained as she came closer to me and grabbed my hand. I felt uncomfortable with her being this close. “Uh… can you let go of me?” I asked. “Sorry,” she said letting go of me. She turned around and walked away. A year later: I stood in my bedroom, the ghosts of my Grandma and Alex beside me trying to calm me. My life was in ruins. Rachel did this. Mother did this. Father did this. Everyone did this to me. A sharp jagged rock lay on the ground in-front of me. I reached for it, Grandma and Alex seemed to be observing my every move. “Sebastian, are you sure this is something you want to do? A choice you can live with?” Alex and grandma asked. “That isn’t my name anymore.” I slowly get up, the rock in my hand. “My name is Ghost.” I make a slashing motion with the rock and go out into the kitchen. Time for my vengeance! I walk over to mother who was carefully cutting the vegetables for herself. “Mmotheeerr,” I am filled with excitement at getting the vengeance I’ve longed for, for so long now. “What Sebastian? Can’t you see I’m busy?” she snapped turning to face me. I ran at her and stabbed her with the rock. Blood splattered everywhere. I stabbed her again and again and again. I laughed and continued stabbing her even though she was well beyond dead. “Seba-” Alex coughed. “I mean Ghost, Where should we go now?” I smile and turn to Alex. I get up and walk over to him. “Anywhere. The forest most likely.” the end
