"And what do plan on doing?" asks James later that same night.

As how it has become our routine, we lie on his bed, just talking until he falls asleep and I leave to mind my own business. I normally read a book or try to use the computer but that normally fails, so books and many of the graphic novels he has have become my companions when James is asleep. I don't go to his bedroom until he wakes up because watching him sleep is too creepy. I'm a ghost and I know I'm creepy in many ways, but watching him sleep is a whole other level of creepy and I will not cross that line.

"I will not cause her physical harm, if that's what you're worried about," I reply.

I'm still not sure how to feel about James' previous statement. I know what all I've said sounds like, and I'm touched that he cares so much about me as to try to protect me, but at the same time I'm hurt that he thinks I'm capable of such evil. I'm not like the ones that tortured me. I'm not a monster. All I want is a bit of justice, to be sure that they know what they did was horrible, and that somehow they'll try to make amends. Not to me, I'm dead. But maybe to my mother or any other kid at school. Diana has a baby now, I just hope that child will not grow into the kind of bully her mother was.

I just want my retribution. I don't want to kill them.

James looks a bit embarrassed after my snappy reply, he can't even meet my eyes. I sigh and look away, too, trying to collect my thoughts before continuing.

"I know, but—"

"But you still think me capable of it," I complete for him. "You think I'll drive Diana insane until she also kills herself so she can understand what she made me do. Isn't that your fear? Or that I'll coldheartedly kill her because as I'm not human anymore I don't have morals and I don't follow the social laws?"

I sound angrier and angrier as I continue with my rant, I can feel him stirring on the bed so I move away, leaving the mattress and walking towards the window.

"I'm a ghost, not a monster," I mumble next, feeling more hurt than I should.

"I'm not saying that, Paige! Don't say you're not human because ghost or not, you're more human than any other person I've met," he says and I don't have to look to know he's followed me and is standing behind me. "It's just that... the look in your eyes when you remembered, when you were talking about revenge..."

"I was shocked and terrified! How did you expect me to react? With smiles and say 'oh who cares, it's in the past'?" I shout, turning around to glare at him. "I remembered them and remembered how I killed myself. I'm sorry if I can't be happy about it."

"Stop twisting my words, Paige!" he shouts back, his blue eyes are hard and angry now. "You know that's not what I meant. I was just worried."

"Well excuse me if I don't know how to deal with trauma!" I raise my voice even louder, taking a threatening step towards him, but he doesn't retreat.

"Can't you stop? I'm not your enemy!" he shouts back, glaring daggers at me. Frustration wrinkles his face, there's a muscle ticking on his jaw and for a moment I get distracted. Just a second of weakness.

"Then stop acting like that! Stop treating me like I'm the biggest threat. She's a sociopath that drove me to suicide and she's out there. How many more victims are there because of her? Doesn't that worry you?" I retort, trying to make him see the real problem.

"I don't care about her or anyone else right now! I only care about you, Paige. Why don't you understand that?"

His voice, his words resonate around us, surprising me, startling me and making me take a few steps back, until my back hits the windows behind and I'm cornered. James stares at me so intently, breathing heavily. He takes another step towards me, making my heart race and my whole body shake in anticipation.

"I'm not attacking you, Paige. I'm with you," he says, more softly this time. My mind is going crazy, I can't quite process what it's happening now. I'm not afraid of him or anything, but this situation is too much and I do what any other girl would do.

I run.

I dodge his approach and leave the room. I hear him shout my name so I scream back that I need time. I can't face him right now. Arguing is a thing, but this last twist is very different from what we were doing. I could shout and let all my frustration and hurt out with a fight, but when his look changed and his words carried a different meaning, I didn't know what to do. I don't even know what to feel right now, I feel like my head is overheating and I'll collapse any minute.

It's been too much. Too much for any person, or for a ghost. I really do need time. Time to think, collect myself and put things in order. I existed for so long in oblivion, just carrying on without questioning, just pretending. Now the truth comes crushing down, drowning me in the facts of what really happened and how it happened.

It was like an avalanche, all my memories at once, all the horror I had buried so deep it couldn't crush me again. All my feelings raw and burning. I can't deal also with James' own feelings and the implications of these. I don't want to read too much into his words. I don't even want to think of the meaning of that statement.

I need a break.

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James and I don't even say a word to one another the next morning. He acts as awkwardly as I feel and every time our eyes meet he blushes. I thank all heavens that I can't blush because otherwise I'd be a permanent tomato with legs and arms walking around.

We head to college in the same awkward silence. Many times I want to say something but I can't make the words come out. I spent all night trying not to think of him and what he said. There are things more important that I need to deal with, like completing my unfinished business so I can finally cross over. Whatever he implied when he shouted that will have to wait.

Once in college and in the Ceramic studio, I see Roxi. I'm immediately reminded of her sister and my revulsion towards the girl grows exponentially. I can't even stand the view and even if they might look different at first sight, it's like I'm seeing Diana. I feel both fear and hatred, twisting my guts and making me want cause pain. But as I told James, I'm not the monster.

James goes to sit where he normally does and instead of staying by his side, I go to Roxi's, who's merrily talking with Adeline. I stand behind the now cherry blossom-haired girl, wanting so desperately to touch her, because I know that'll hurt her. She'll feel all my pain, this agonising sorrow that drove me to suicide. But I don't do that. I know James is watching me closely, I can feel his worried stare, expectant. Even if he says he doesn't think I'm the monster, he is afraid I might turn into one.

Does ghost become monsters? After all, they always star in horror films and books, they are never the main character. They are never good. They scare, they haunt. James has encountered many ghosts in his life, maybe he's seen them turning into monsters or just being that. Didn't he say he didn't like ghosts and he had bad experience with them? Maybe that is the reason why he is looking at me like that.

So instead of touching Roxi I just lean very close and whisper in her ear, "Call Diana. Tell her to come home."

Diana doesn't live in Street anymore, but as I can't leave this town I need her to come here, and the only way to accomplish that is for Roxi to beg her sister to pay the family a visit. Once she does I can meet her.

"Call her. Tell her you want to see your niece... tell her you want to see your sister. Tell her to come home," I insist.

I don't know if this will work because she can't really hear me, but I have to try. My presence can be felt, maybe my intentions can get to her. She seems a bit off when I'm talking to her, even leaving her sentence hanging, but I don't know if she can actually understand what I'm saying. For all I know, she could just hear a murmur or have a bad feeling, like someone's behind her, but that doesn't grant me she is actually listening.

"Text Diana. Do it now. Tell her to come this weekend. Make her come home, Roxi," I insist, barely touching her hair just to make her shiver, not enough to cause her pain. I just need her attention.

"Roxi?" Adeline asks, confused to see the other girl in such a state. But Roxi doesn't react. "What are you looking at?"

Adeline turns around and follows Roxi's stare. She finds James staring back first, his eyes fixed on me, not Roxi, but the black-haired girl can't see that.

"Oh my God, James Black is totally staring at you. You lucky bitch," Adeline says, her words breaking my own concentration. "Ignoring him was the key to draw his attention. You were right," she continues and now I'm frowning.

"He isn't staring at Roxi!" I complain. "Stop assuming things that are so farfetched!"

But Adeline doesn't listen, instead she keeps smirking and now that whatever hold I had on Roxi is broken, the cherry blossom-haired girl is trying to snap back to reality and understanding what's happening. I don't know if she does or if she's just pretending, but her arrogant facade is on.

"Of course. I told you he couldn't resist me," Roxi comments, making my inside twists with repulsion and something else, something dark and bitter that makes me want to push her so she falls off her chair.

Roxi looks at James and instead of smiling or even winking she just flips her hair and ignores him again, treating him as if he wasn't worthy of her time. I really want to smack her.

"By next week I'll have him eating from my hand," Roxi says, that disgusting arrogance dripping from her voice.

I get so angry that she's talking about James like that, treating and seeing him like that. I can't control myself, I pull her hair, making her jerk backwards, almost falling.

"He's not a dog, okay?" I snap, even if she can't hear me. "Do what you should instead of thinking you're the queen of the universe and call your sister. We have unfinished business."

"What happened? Are you okay?" Adeline asks, helping Roxi back to her normal position.

"S-someone pulled my hair," she says, looking back with a furrowed brow, but there's no one she can see there, just me, waving my fingers at her.

Adeline scans around, trying to find whoever did that to her friend, but no one is even paying attention to them. I decide to focus on the black-haired girl now, I even approach her and lean closer to her ear. "Ask Roxi about her sister. Tell her you want to meet her newborn niece."

Adeline seems confused, she blinks, trying to clear her mind, so I touch her hair just like I did with Roxi, making her shiver before I repeat the words.

"Anyhow, Roxi," Adeline says, sounding confused but speaking nonetheless. "How's your sister and her daughter? I saw... pictures on Facebook."

"Oh... she's fine... She hasn't visited us in a while. I should call her. It's unfair we have to go all the time there to see her, don't you think?" Roxi replies and I smirk, glad what I tried is working.

"Yeah, you should. I'd like to meet your niece. She looks pretty," Adeline comments.

Roxi smirks before adding, "That's because she looks just like me when I was a baby. She has a bright future ahead."

"You arrogant bitch," Adeline laughs. "Let me know when she comes to visit. I'll make sure to meet your successor."

"Will do. I'll text her right now," Roxi muses, taking her mobile and I clap.

Yes! It worked. Now all I need to do is wait for Diana to come back into town to finish everything between us. I'll make sure she remembers me and is aware of what she caused. She can't live without that weight in her conscience.

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Soooo, what do you think of this chapter? I hope you liked it. Also, if you have suggestions of songs for a playlist for Unseen, please let me know. Preferably over twitter (BelWatson) or tumblr (belwatson.tumblr.com) so I can look them up and create the playlist.

Dedication to KeiraHarry 

Bel, xx

NU: Monday