A Touch Dead

A Touch Dead

Chapter 8



I watch Chaise leave, but don\'t go to stop him. There is nothing I could say to him now to possibly keep him here at my side. At least he agreed to help me, though I wish it had been sooner. I have tonight, and all day tomorrow to wait. Leaving plenty of time for Morgan to come back and bother me more. If I try and keep awake, the haunts shouldn\'t be too bad.



I hear my mother yell something from the other room and it makes me wish in a way that Chaise hadn\'t brought me here, to see where I live, to see my drunk of a mother. Especially the way she came yelling in here. I am ashamed, because I know deep down it is my fault that she is this way. I did this to her the day my father died and I made a scene. The day that she figured out her child is nothing more then a freak. But I know I wouldn\'t have been able to get home by myself for a few hours. I can hardly do much by myself right now, not with how weak and frail my body is.



I sigh softly, and close my eyes for a moment allowing an image of Chaise to fill my mind to distract me from my darker thoughts. The way his dirty blonde hair falls over his shoulders, grey eyes piercing, tanned skin with a slim but fit figure. He is attractive. I find myself admitting I am sexually attracted to him. Maybe another part of it though, is because if he gave me a chance I know he can understand me a lot better then anyone else. His ability has similar aspects as mine, though given the choice I would rather be able to do what he can. I wonder if it has a negative effect on him though. From what I could see of the skin on his hands, it looked as though it were dying. Or maybe he was just simply born that way and that\'s why he\'s able to see into minds?



My mind wanders and I can\'t help but wonder if he would ever consider dating someone like me? I know that I probably don\'t seem like the most impressive catch and I come with a whole whack of different problems. I\'m probably not the most attractive, and I look like the living dead. I\'m skinny and my skin makes me look sickly, my hair makes me look paler. The dark circles under my eyes just make me look run down and worn. Ugh, when I think about it like this, I can\'t help but feel no one would ever want me, least of all Chaise. He has his own problems and doesn\'t need a zombie like boyfriend with even more problems.



I don\'t have anything good to offer anyone. At least Chaise can continue living a normal life, or from what I can gather he can. He said he needed to get away from his old life...I wonder what he need to get away from? He also said this was an opportunity for him to hide under. What could he have meant? He acts cold towards me, but I get the feeling he might not actually be a cold person. His eyes have a soft undertone to them. Though the color might be hard, the look in them is anything but that. I want to get to know him, but I can only do so much. I\'d even like to consider being more then just possible friends with him but with his seemingly obvious distain for me it doesn\'t seem as though anything like that will ever develop.



It doesn\'t stop me from thinking about how it would feel to have him kiss me, his mouth ravishing my body, his hands travelling further. I pull off my shirt, letting my hands trail down my chest, my fingers pinching and teasing a nipple before sliding further down to lower my pants and boxers, before kicking them off to the floor completely. I let my hand run over my hard shaft, thumb brushing over to tease the tip, smearing the little bit of pre-cum that has gathered there already. My other hand comes to my mouth to wet a few of my fingers before sliding back down to tease my entrance.



As I push a finger in I can\'t help but think about what it would be like to be thrusting into his body, or to have him buried deep inside me. Images flash through my mind of him, the way he moves over me, the lust filled expression on his face, the passionate way we would kiss. How his hand would travel down to my arousal to pleasure me while he thrusts into me at the same pace his hand moves. My hand starts to move faster on my shaft, another finger pressing into my entrance, my whole body feels on fire. My pace quickens as the images of him become more erotic and arousing, and I can\'t help the moans that escape my lips. Before long I find myself crying out his name as my climax washes over me, allowing me for the briefest of moments to feel relaxed, normal even.



I pull my fingers slowly from my entrance, and shift to sit up on my bed. I make my way to the door of my room, peaking out to see my mother back out of it. Satisfied that she won\'t be getting up I push the door open and head into the bathroom to clean myself up. I turn the water on, nearly as hot as it can get without burning me and step into it, allowing it to rush over me, washing away the evidence what I had just done. Still, my mind falls on Chaise, though he his much better to think about then Morgan but still equally confusing. I shouldn\'t like him this much; it\'ll just end in hurt for me.



I stay in the shower for a long time, letting myself relax for at least these few moments. The moment I turn the water off and open the shower curtain it\'s over. Aiydenn...Help is written on the mirror from the steam and I know Morgan is back to bother me. \'Till tomorrow I can deal with it\' I tell myself as I pull on a pair of shorts and an over-sized t-shirt.



The kitchen and living room are silent as I enter to get a glass of water and an apple. I pick up a few more bottles and wipe off the beer from my mothers face before I go back into my room, closing the door behind me. I flop down onto my bed again, grabbing the remote for the TV from my floor. I flip through the channels, finding myself stopping on a ghost hunting show. Ironic. My favourite thing, if only these people knew what I could see. They wouldn\'t enjoy their jobs quite as much as they do now.



Before I know it, the sun has risen on another day and I should be getting ready for school. I decide to skip it today though, save the energy I do have for later tonight. I\'m trying not to sleep in order to keep Morgan from attacking me again, so that I don\'t end up as weak as I was yesterday. Doesn\'t mean he won\'t bother me but at least I shouldn\'t wind up with more bruises around my neck. They are darker today, more clear. I try to ignore them, pulling out my English homework to help distract me and pass the time.



Once all my homework is finished, I spend the afternoon cleaning the apartment, getting rid of the garbage from my mother. When I go into the kitchen and actually look in the cupboards and the fridge I realize that we are running low on pretty much everything. I do all the shopping but my lack of appetite usually allows for me to forget about it. My mother does eat, I\'m not usually around when it happens but I get to clean up after it.



I figure to waste some more time I might as well go out and pick up a few things. By the time I get home I\'ll only have a few hours before I should leave to make sure I make it on time to our meeting spot. I like arriving early everywhere I go anyway.



As I walk down the street to the store, lights seem to flicker; trash cans fall over as well as patio furniture. Morgan hovers in front of me, his angry but empty eyes never leaving me. The grocery store is no different, stuff would throw itself off selves, smash into walls, and spill over the floor, the lights flickered on and off and the radio played the laughter as loud as it could. I do my best to shop quickly, trying to avoid causing anymore of a scene but I know as soon as I leave everything with stop and the cashier will have nothing else to do but suspect I was involved. I avoid her eyes as I check out, thanking her and rushing out the doors.



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The night passes by the same as the day had before it. Petty incidents, of my things being thrown about again, the same light and radio trick as well. I ignore Morgan for my book until the radio hits 10. It\'ll take me at least forty minutes to get to the woods and then maybe thirty before I get to the spot where Morgan\'s body is.



I grab my sweater and turn my lamp off, exiting my room. I slip past my mother as quietly as I can just in case she isn\'t as out as I think she is. Not as though she cares what I do. The front door closes and I hurry down the hall, exiting the building as fast as my legs will carry me. I\'m still exhausted; no amount of rest will really change that. But at least once Morgan is gone I might be able to get a night of sleep in. As long as I don\'t see anymore deaths that is.



While I walk through the woods my mind goes back to the thoughts of Chaise and I as a possible couple. What if something was to happen and I saw his death? Would I be able to save him unlike my father? Could I possibly make a difference in the life of the people I see? I couldn\'t save my father, or that little girl at the train tracks. But if I were desperate enough...could it be possible to save someone? Or would the vision just change to accommodate my actions? I wouldn\'t know unless I tried but the last person I would want to test that one would be a person that I was in love with.



I couldn\'t stand to watch him die though, to see it in my mind. When would it happen, just after making love, while we lay there in each others arms? What then? After my mind was filled with the vision of him dying, and knowing I couldn\'t help him? It\'s the reason I\'ve avoided friendship and never even thought about having a lover.



I\'m getting a head of myself though. Chaise isn\'t my lover. Chaise isn\'t in love with me in the least. He has pretty much made it clear that aside from helping get rid of Morgan he wants nothing to do with me. If he did I\'m sure he might\'ve stayed with me instead of leaving after my mother came in. He probably doesn\'t want to deal with a burden such as me. I\'m not much fun to take out places if all I can think about is who I might see die next. Maybe it\'s because I\'ve never had anything else to really focus on or take my mind off of it. It wouldn\'t change much though, because I would still see it. I would still be plagued by the ghosts.



After forty minutes, 11:20 by my watch I come out in the clearing. I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I have too much time to dwell on them and get too caught up within them. I focus on earlier, the images I had of Chaise to try and get the negative things out of my mind. A feel a blush slowly creep across my cheeks though, thinking about what I did to those images.



“I thought you might be early as well.” I say as I cross my arms over my chest, my eyes falling onto Chaise, leaning against a tree.



“I figured you\'d be impatient.” He says a smug tone to his voice as he pushes off of the tree.



I can see past him, where he brought two shovels for us to dig up Morgan\'s body with. I hadn\'t even thought about bringing something like that. “Well, when you don\'t sleep you have a lot of time on your hands.” I mutter, my hand brushing across my throat as a reminder from the last attempt I had at sleeping. I run my fingers through my hair, pulling it back into a messy ponytail as I walk up to him grabbing a shovel.



He remains silent an \'Hn\' the only response I manage to get out him. He turns and points me to the spot to start digging as his shovel breaks down into the dirt, digging up the last thing I think he ever wanted to. He must\'ve buried him fairly deep, but after only a few good shovels full I feel exhausted already. I try to shake it off and pull through it, I hate feeling weak and frail. And I don\'t want him to think of me only in that way. I do not want to be a nuisance. As I dig, I can\'t help my eyes from falling onto his hands, looking at the black flesh.



I really am curious as to if he was born with that or if it happens because of what he can do? I can\'t ask him that though, not now. At least not until we know each other better, if he even wants to get to know me any better that is. He didn\'t even want to tell me what he knew about Morgan, so I can\'t possibly hope for him to want to tell me about himself.



I take a deep breath as my vision starts to get a little bit blurry. Seriously, not now. I can\'t be getting this exhausted so fast. “You put him fairly deep down...” I manage to say through breaths, trying to keep up some sort of conversation. It\'s my pathetic attempt at trying to make him like me.



He goes to say something back but I don\'t hear it. My world goes quiet and still, the cold slowly creeping up my body as Morgan appears beside me, his hand ghosting over my face. I go to pull away from him, dropping my shovel. His fingers still brush my cheek and I can\'t help myself from succumbing to the darkness. The last thing I remember was hearing my name called out, from who I wasn\'t sure.



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So, it’s been a busy two weeks for me and Kayaz as well. Working lots now that the holiday season is upon us I only have three days off until Christmas day. Rest assured though we haven’t forgotten about the story, nor will we. Things got a little personal up there with Aiydenn; hope everyone liked the little short scene there.



The next chapter should be out within the next week to two weeks, so we are looking forward to seeing you all then :)



Midnightsweet: I hope this was fast enough; I’ve had a busy past two weeks so it’s been hard to fit in the time some days. Hope we’ll hear back from you next chapter too :)



Smint45: Yeah, we figured seven chapters were long enough to go without them really knowing each other, lol. Hope you liked the chapter :) see you for the next one!



Lisa: Yeah, Aiydenn kind of has the crappy end being able to see Morgan. That was actually Chaise’s mom though who is already dead and it was his memory of when she had died :) Looking forward to hearing from you next chapter~



Bonus points go out to anyone who can guess who called out Aiydenn’s name at the end of the chapter~