The people that lived at the theatre were very welcoming and kind. Although I longed to go back to the house, the people made life livable for me. I made friends with a girl a little older than me called Diana, and a boy about the same age called Jerry. Jerry reminded me of both Felix, with his gentle kindness, and Seth, with his sense of humour. The theatre even hired me as an actress. But nothing could fill the ache inside of me that I couldn't shake. I cried myself to sleep most nights.
Summer faded. The tears didn't stop. After a couple of months I was still feeling down. Jerry had left his guitar in my room by accident, one evening, and I felt the sudden urge to pick it up. As I have said before, I wasn't particularly good at the guitar, but a song burst through me, desperate to get out. I sang 'I Miss You' by Blink 182 to myself, pouring my heart and soul into it. When it got to the second verse, I was in complete floods of tears.
"Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted
Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
Stop this pain tonight"
Whe the song was finished, I sat staring into space, totally numb, drained of all emotion. In the corner of my eye, I saw something move by my door. I looked up to see that it was open, although I hadn't left it open. Confused, I looked into the hallway, but found no-one. I sighed and shut the door, and went over to my bed to learn lines.
My birthday came and went with Autumn. I got particularly sick in the October, and grew delirious. When I was awake, I imagined the Garrett was watching over me as I had done for him before.
"What are you doing here?" I mumbled, more to myself than the spectre of my lover. He grimaced.
"You're sick." He told me. I laughed, which turned into a fit of coughs.
"No kidding." I said, closing my eyes. Sobs started to rack my whole body, and i curled into the foetal position. "Why did you lie to me?" I whispered. The ghost Garrett was confused.
"What's wrong? Stop crying, Aila; you'll make yourself more sick."
"What do you care?" I spat in my pain. "You promised that you would look after me. You told me you loved me. You lied." A sob escaped my lips and he held his head in his hands. "I know you're not really here. I know that you aren't real. But I have to get this off my chest. I never stopped loving you. Not for a second, not even when I was so angry at you that I threw things against the walls. But you abandoned me, exiled me. And now I'll never be whole again, not without you. I love you, Garrett, and I knew that you were too good for me and would never love me. I just can't believe you left me..." I sobbed, watching through my tears as every word hit him. My chest was aching from the mental pain rather than the physical pain of my sickness. But it didn't matter, as he was only a spectre that my delirium concocted. The ghost stayed with me for two weeks, but when I had got over the worst of the sickness, he was gone, leaving me as broken as I had been when I had first left the house. I recovered in both mind and body, with the help of Jerry and Diana. If they weren't there, I don't know if I would have survived.
Winter came, bringing December with it. It dawned on me that it had been a whole year since I found the house. On the anniversary, I got very drunk and cried all night.
There was to be a concert of various songs that we wanted to perform, with some 'guest stars' singing too. Jerry roped me into singing 'The Point of No Return' with him, and I was asked to sing a solo song aswell. as I concentrated on rehearsals, I began to ignore all thoughts of Garrett that entered my head.