*the next day*

"Hey hunny, I've got to go out this afternoon for work, will you be okay by yourself 'till your dad comes home?" My mum asked. I cringed at my dads name being mentioned.
"Yeah, I'll be okay mum." I replied, sat on the step watching as she headed out the door.
"Please have something to drink today Mikes, you know what can happen if you don't... You're dad will be back by about 4 'o'clock. Gerard's off to his friends house tonight. So I'll see you later. You need me, then just call okay?" She asked.
"Yeah. I'll survive." I replied, waving her off with my non-broken-wrist arm.

Once she had gone I headed back upstairs and into my room, I collapsed into my chair and put my headphones on. I leaned back as I listened to the bass pour into my ears and a smile grew on my face. I like to block out all my problems with music. It just helps me to forget about them for the length of an album. I guess it was the fact that my music was so loud and that i was so distracted that I didn't notice her at first. I looked up to the corner of my room.

"Wait...." I exclaimed to myself, "I thought mum said that I was home alone."
I wondered over to the corner of my room where a child was sobbing, her face hidden behind a damp curtain of black hair. I peered down at her not really knowing what to do.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked, sitting down next to her. She shook her head. She looked up to me and I gasped. And I saw her. I saw Quinn in her. Except she wasn't smiling. Not a real smile. She had a smile cut into her face instead. A chelsea smile connecting ear to ear. The skin stitched up messily with thick black string. The needle still swinging. But it resembled her still. She had the deep black hair that hung down in front of her face. She had the soft brown eyes and the pale arms. Her skin was pale and seemed to flake away from her body. She didn't look very alive.
"Are you Quinn?" I whispered to her.
She shook her head.
"Can you not talk?"
She continued to shake her head, whilst picking at the skin on her hands.
"Um, do you know who Quinn is?"
She nodded her head.
"Oh good!" I cried.

And then I remembered what my mum had said. I drank a mouthful of water and after a few minutes her image began to glitch and fade in front of my eyes. I could have drank the whole glass and then she would've left, but she intrigued me. I wanted to keep to talking to her, I wanted answers. I wanted a friend.


"Do you know where she is?" I asked quietly, not wanting to scare her.
She nodded and looked confused as my face lightened up.
"Where?"
She removed her hand from my sleeve and pointed to my phone that lay on the desk.
"But she's lost hers. I can't call her." I pleaded.

All of a sudden the dead-looking girl began to move, crawling across my room and out of the door. I followed her and saw that she was heading down the stairs. She reached the bottom, a frown wrapped in a blooded smile, and headed towards the drawers in the kitchen. She pointed at it and only moved away when I stood next to her. I opened the drawers and shuffled the scraps of paper and broken pens around.
"There's nothing here!" I said, turning back to face her. She was walking away now, back up the stairs. Away from me.

I yanked the draw out of the cabinet and searched through all the rubbish until I came across something. A faded piece of writing on crumbling paper. I traced the numbers with my fingers and ran to the phone. I viciously keyed in Quinn's home phone number and listened as the phone rang. Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Okay I think you get the idea. I waited patiently for her or anybody to pick up the phone. A smile on my face in realisation that I would know that she was okay and that i would get to talk to her. and that she was my friend and could help me. But the line went dead, the annoying humming sound rattled around inside my head. I tried again. And again. And again. But there was no answer. I went upstairs and to see if it would work on my phone, but nobody picked up. I sat in my room again, tears streaming down my face. And then I turned to it. She was still sat in the corner of my room. It was her fault! She made me think that I'd be able to speak to Quinn! But she had lied!

"Get out!" I yelled to the empty space. " get out if my life!"
She stood up and headed towards me, the blankness in her eyes and the needle caught my attention. She scraped the needle that swung from her cheek against the cupboard next to me, the screeching sound making me shiver. I stood up to look at the letters she had spilled out onto my wardrobe.

NEED FRIENDS

"But how do I do that?"

BE KIND

"I'll try"

DAD WILL HELP!

"But, how?"

TRUST ME...

Notes

Hi guys. Hope you've all had a nice day wherever you are. :)
My days been pretty terrible apart from that fact that I've literally just laughed to myself for about 10 minutes. Basically i told my mum that it was a friends birthday at school in two days and that I hadn't got her a present. My mum just said:" oh no! Are you panicking? Is it a panic at the disco?!"
What has my life become and why do I find it so amusing....
Thank you all for still reading and thanks for the 900 veiws! :) Xx