My Psychotic Ghost Girlfriend

Every word the young woman said, despite not fully understanding them, were like nails were hammered down one by one into the child's body. They were like curses that would forever haunt her for as long as she lived.

All this progressed as I observed indifferently. I was placed in the position of distanced and uninvolved third party, similar to how you'd play a virtual reality game. Although, I somewhat understood what the two of them felt and I still felt slightly pained internally; however, I didn't feel overwhelmed by it all like the two of them were. The indifference I displayed on the surface despite my inner turmoil when confronted with the situation left me disturbed by myself.

Deep down, I didn't think either of these two were in the wrong. One was an innocent child who had everything stolen from her. The other was a woman who'd seemingly gone through hell over the last ten years since the child was born.

In all likelihood, the child didn't understand the young woman's hardsh.i.p.s as she'd only seen everyone getting along together happily on the surface.

It felt like I was just reading a story from the child's perspective as I heartlessly watched on while not doing anything. I was curious about what the perspective of the young woman would have been like. What she really thought, what she'd experienced, who she really was, I really didn't know a thing about her. There really were quite a few things I wanted to find out, but I didn't have the chance to ask her.

Unfortunately, my time appeared to be up as everything in the world around us turned white. The scenery around me slowly dissipated, they turned into white particles of light, and floated away into the distance like nothing ever happened. It was as if everything I'd just seen was a figment of my imagination.

Not long after everything disappeared into the pure white world, I opened my eyes. I immediately realized I was no longer looking at Adele's silky soft black one piece. In fact, the bench was no longer at the center of the room beside the table. I saw the table in the distance at the center of the room, it appeared Adele had moved the bench against the far wall for some reason while I was asleep just now.

When I tried to turn my head to look for Adele I soon understood based upon the silky sensation at the back of my head. She'd just changed positions while I was asleep. When I looked down at my c.h.e.s.t I found that she'd wrapped her arms around my c.h.e.s.t from behind. She'd also interlocked our fingers together tightly. The back of my head was naturally at rest on her bosom. Her t.h.i.g.hs were pressed up against my sides and were squeezed up beneath my arms and upper torso. I felt her chin resting on top of my head along with her gentle warm breaths whenever she exhaled and gently blew on my hair.

Did I have that dream because of Adele?

Listening more closely, I heard the sound of her peaceful rhythmic breathing from behind me. She seemed to be completely at ease right now and asleep. I simultaneously felt her distinct heartbeat through the two bouncy mounds that were strongly sandwiched between our bodies.

Ignoring the slightly e.r.o.t.i.c situation I found myself in, I was trapped in a dilemma. It wasn't any perverted delusion. It was a serious concern of mine. The girl behind me, I was nearly certain she was still a psychopath; however, despite that, I still wanted her to find happiness. My dilemma was that I was uncertain whether I'd ever be able to find that elusive thing known as happiness for myself if I chose to stay with her. If I chose to be together with her and tried to help her with her problems, or should I say baggage, would I end up giving up on my own chance at ever finding happiness? Would there be any way to find happiness together with someone as broken as her?

If Adele really was the child in my dream, I wanted to help her from the bottom of my heart. Also, in the off chance ghosts were to somehow exist, I would at the very least want to do something for the young woman who I suspected was Adele's deceased elder sister.

The only thing that didn't quite match up with the dream though, was that their hair color was black back in the dream just now. That's the only doubt I had in my mind about the whole ordeal. I've never seen Adele dye her hair and I always assumed her natural hair color was white whenever I considered how even the roots of her hair were as white as snow.

As for the young woman, I saw her on her deathbed, but I didn't see her actually die in the end. The dream had abruptly ended before I confirmed she'd breathed her last breath. If the dream was Adele's perspective, perhaps she passed out from the trauma and shock, hence the reason it came to an end so abruptly.

The way Adele claimed to be the one who killed her family made it so I couldn't be certain whether she seriously thought that or meant it metaphorically. It could be that her memories were distorted and warped by the shock from what happened back then.

"Darling, are you awake already?"

It appeared she'd woken up while I was trying to analyze everything that had happened. Yet there was something strange. When I heard her words, this time, I instinctively grew extremely wary. For some reason, I had the feeling her flip had somehow been switched.

It didn't take long for my fears to become reality either.

"Then darling, shall we get down to business?"

She licked my neck from behind when she said that, sending an electrifying shiver down my spine.

"Being together like a pair of lovebirds for so long, I don't think I can hold myself back any longer darling."

She forcefully rotated our bodies in place and pinned me down with my back against the bench. She mounted on top of me and straddled my waist.

With how quickly things were escalating, I knew I needed to find a way to cool her down.

"It's been five long years darling. You're not going to reject me after keeping me waiting for so long, are you? Isn't it about time we have a cute adorable little baby together?"