Savior | ?*REWRITE*? MELLO X OC

Chapter Fourteen: Confronting Ghosts

"You look nice, even if we're going to a cemetery." He winked, and I chuckled a little.

"Thanks, Mels."

"You look like a ghost, you'll fit right in." My brother joked, but I took it as a compliment. I wondered what my parents would say if they could've seen me then, their thoughts on how I dressed and how I turned out. Would they be happy for me, or bitter and hateful? I already knew the answer, but the 'what ifs' flew through my fragile mind.

The three of us walked side by side and made our way to the front of Wammy's, stepping through the dark brown set of doors that led to the outside. Glares and whispers from people around us as usual, and in their defense we always looked like delinquents. We dressed the part, so naturally we'd cause heads to turn. Kids outside were playing as usual, sneaking glances at us as we made our way to Del's black Ford Focus.

"You guys ready?" Del asks, forcing a smile on her thin pink lips. She tried to stay positive, but she knew how hard this was going to be for us. There was no point in smiling, nor any reason for it. The woman was so kind and caring, but her forced happiness was sometimes aggravating. I get the whole fake it til you make it attitude, and sometimes it works, but sometimes you gotta accept that some situations are fucking shitty and there's no happy outcome. Be sad about it, or angry, don't fake it if you don't want to. Feel that shit out first, then fake it later.

Forcing smiles all day must be tiring, poor Del.

"You don't gotta smile Del, there's nothing to smile about." I spoke monotone, watching the smile on her face fade. My arms were crossed, and I tried to avoid eye contact. She opened the door to her backseat and the three of us piled inside, Mello sitting in the bitch seat as we called it, or the middle.

The seats we warm from the car basking in the sun, and inside had that new car smell with a hint of strawberries from the air fresher dangling from the mirror. Del started the car, and the radio played quietly as she drove down the narrow path. When I'm Gone by 3 Doors Down played, and I gazed out of the window at the long line of trees going down the road. I rested my head on the window, not excited for the drive. It was around thirty minutes give or take, but the drive seemed much longer as a kid.

"Did you ever finish up writing? I did last night." Matt broke the silence, his voice quiet and nervous. I could tell he was on edge by the amount his leg was bouncing, and I knew he wanted to spark up a cigarette to ease those nerves but couldn't. I looked at him for a moment, his face was pale and his eyes screamed panic.

"Nope, just gonna wing it." I replied honestly, popping the 'p' with my lips. Mello stayed quiet most of the way there, we all had to be careful with what we talked about in front of Del. If she knew half the shit we were up to, we would've been kicked out of Wammy's and sent to some juvenile detention center probably.

I let out a small sigh, the closer we got to town the more my anxiety intensified. I fiddled with my fingers a little, a nervous tick I did that ultimately did nothing to help me. The closer we got the more familiar things became, the houses and buildings just got shittier and shittier each mile we traveled. My heart began to beat a little faster, and I was becoming a little more restless.

"You okay?" Mello whispered, looking at my fidgeting hands.

"Yeah," My voice broke a little, and I tried to keep it together. "Just don't wanna be back here, it's hard." I peered through the window again, trying to hide the inevitable tears that were beginning to form in my eyes.