The Ghost From Our Past

I opened my eyes to find myself wrapped in Gerard's arms. This felt right, he looked so perfect as he slept. However, what I did was wrong and the guilt was twisting up my stomach. The clock read it was six forty-three, I needed to get back to Syn. Carefully I escaped from Gerard's hold without waking him up.

I found my clothes by the light coming from the window, the sun still shining through. I've been gone for about four hours, Syn would be worried sick about me. Once I was dressed I headed downstairs, quickly I wrote a note and left it on Gee's kitchen counter. There were so many emotions going through me. I felt upset, nauseous, guilt and terrified.

I whispered 'goodbye Gerard' before leaving the house. The rain had finally stopped, I checked my phone when I got in my car. Two messages from Syn, both asking when I was coming home and if I was okay. There were missed calls from Officer Bouvier, I pressed his number and listened to it ring.

"Ms. Davis, where have you been? It doesn't matter, are you okay?"

"Yes sir, I'm fine."

"I'm sorry to say that Matthew Price has escaped. We are looking for him now but for your safety we need to relocate you."

"Syn's coming with me."

"I'm afraid that's not possible."

"Make it possible, I'm not leaving without him." That's if he wanted to go with me after I tell him that I cheated on him. He knows I have a past that includes a boyfriend in prison but I don't think he knows the severity.

"I'll see what I can do, I need you packed and ready to go in an hour. I will be picking you up at the apartment, understand?"

"Yes Officer Bouvier." With that we hung up and I made my way back to the apartments. When I pulled up I began to cry, I was a horrible person. As much as I loved Gerard and he cared about me, it didn't okay the fact I was with Syn. I took a few deep breaths before getting out of the car.

I didn't bother going for the mail, Syn had already gotten it and I put away the letter. My feet dragged on the floor as I tried to stall what was to come. Not only did I have to explain to him how I just got done screwing Gerard Way but also how we were moving away. How would that conversation really go?

"Oh hey babe! So I fucked Gerard Way, you know the ex-lead singer of My Chemical Romance. It's okay though we have a past together where we had this friendly flirty love for each other. Also you have one hour to pack everything up because we're being relocated. You see my ex-boyfriend who raped me and nearly killed me escaped from prison and is out to find me."

Yeah I'm so screwed, I opened the apartment door. That's weird I thought I locked it but I was in such a rush maybe I forgot. Kitty James isn't greeting me, he must be with Syn. "Syn? Babe, we need to talk. There's a lot of stuff happening and I just need you to be open minded."

First I walked into the kitchen, my box of letters was out. None of them were open, I bet Syn was wondering why I kept these without opening them. Well, I had to explain everything else, why not this too. "Sweetie, where are you? Is James with you?"

I finally walked into the bedroom, empty. Where was he? Than I noticed the light coming from the bathroom, "Syn are you okay in there?" I prayed he didn't fall asleep in the tub again. Not that he would have drown but last time he was in there for so long the water was freezing and he couldn't stop shaking. I had to take him to the hospital before he went into shock.

"Syn I swear if you fell asleep in the tub again I'm going to kick your butt." I placed my hand on the door knob and turned it. The door made a creaking sound, it reminded me of a horror movie.

"Syn?"
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The sound of my ringing phone jolted me awake. My eyes stayed closed as I wanted to go back to sleep. I went to kiss Shiloh when I was met with emptiness. Finally I opened my eyes to see she was not in bed anymore. Hearing my phone continue to go off I answered it.

"Hello.....hey Mikey.....like I said I was right.....Emily was Shiloh.....yes.....Mikey can I call you back.....nothing's wrong.....just need to check something.....okay.....yeah alright.....bye....."

I got out of bed, put on shorts and went downstairs. "Shy? Where'd you go?" My heart stopped when I saw the note lying on the counter. I could see it was her hand writing, and I knew this meant she was gone. Slowly I picked up the note and read it out loud.

"Gee, for the first time in a long time I felt safe. Thank you for that, however it couldn't last. I was foolish to come to you, bringing you back into this mess. By the time you read this I will be gone, I'm sure they will be moving me. Please don't change your number, I promise once I'm settled I'll call you."

I couldn't help but smile at that part, she had to remind me not to change my number. My mind wondered where they would be moving her. Would Syn be going with her? I finished the letter before I got too distracted.

"Now about our time together earlier.....Gerard I can't explain how long I've dreamt about that moment. It felt so perfect which makes things harder because it was wrong. I cheated on Syn who has been nothing but amazing to me, and he didn't deserve this. Just so you know I do plan on telling him, it's his choice to stay or leave. I'm sorry I have to go, I wish things ended differently. Goodbye Gerard, I love you and will call when I can."

She was gone, somehow I knew deep down this was how it would go. I took a breath and decided to make myself something to eat. First I turned on the TV, changing it to the news. There was a story going on about Matt and his escape, I hope they catch him before he finds her. I turned to go back into the kitchen but was stopped when the news anchor updated the story.

"This just in, FBI agent Samuel Winchester was found dead in his house. He was in charge of the Price/Davis case. There was a critical stab wound to the heart, Mr. Price is under suspicion for the murder. If you have any information please call....."

If Matthew got his hands on Shiloh's case files, that means he knows where she is. She's on her way home right now, I have to call her. It was almost eight-thirty, what time did she leave? Quickly I dialed her number, it rang and rang and rang. "Hey it's Emily!"

"Shiloh you need....."

"Sorry I couldn't answer your call but please leave a message and I'll call ya back. Bye!" Did I seriously fall for the machine being the real person? I waited for the beep and left my message.

"Shy, I'm on my way to your apartment. Matthew might know where you are, please if you get this get out of the apartment. Call me back, I love you." I ran upstairs, grabbed a shirt and put on my old converse. Than I headed for the car, driving as fast as I could I made it to Shiloh's apartment. Luckily I remember her telling me during dinner what the apartments were called.

As I was driving the song Dust To Dust by The Civil Wars was playing. I drove and listened to the lyrics, thinking about how perfect they were. They were lyrics I wanted to sing to her, I needed to remember this. My voice slowly started to sing along, my mind was racing.

"You've held your head up, you've fought the fight. You bear the scars, you've done your time. Listen to me, you've been lonely, too long. Let me in the walls you've built around. We can light a match and burn them down. Let me hold your hand and dance round and round the flames in front of us, dust to dust."

Finally I pulled up to the apartments and ran inside. I checked the mailbox to see which number they were in, and raced towards the door. It was open already, I pushed it the rest of the way and stood there for a moment. "Shiloh? Syn? Emily?" The apartment would have been eerily silent if not for the TV blaring. There was blood on the carpet throughout the living room, objects were broken.

I followed the trail of blood into the bedroom, more broken items. There had been a struggle, I just prayed Shiloh was okay. The trail led into the bathroom, the door was shut. I licked my lips, "Shy? Syn?" Slowly I opened the door, causing it to make a long creaking sound.

"Shy?"

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