MV2: Hard Wall

There was a knock at the door, and Mr. Carillo's voice called, "Andy? Are you in there?"

And groaned and rolled over. "Go away," he called back. 

"Ah," said Mr. Carillo, a little more softly. "May I come in?"

Andy considered that. "If you must."

There was a brief burst of mist, and Mr. Carillo was inside the door. It remained closed, and locked, behind him. "Andy..."

"I'm taking a break," Andy said. 

"You haven't been out of your room in three days," the ghost pointed out. "You need to feed, at least."

"No," he said deliberately, "I don't. I need to wither, and fade, and move on."

"Andy," said Mr. Carillo, soft but intense, "What happened?"

He sighed. "I checked social media. My little sister's in shock -- and therapy, at least. My parents are grieving and sound like they might get a divorce. Amy's family -- she was my girlfriend -- are looking for somebody to take it out on, and with the Authority blocking them they're going after the people in my life: my parents, our teachers, the school... as if Amy should never have been allowed to come over, even if it was her decision, as if I could have done anything more to protect her, as if it's Judith's fault that she managed to survive when we didn't. She's fourteen, Mr. Carillo. She's not equipped to deal with this." He rolled over to face the wall. "Just seal me in and let me rot here."

"That won't kill you," Mr. Carillo told his back. "It might drive you mad, if you're lucky, but it won't kill you."

Fine, then I'll kill myself. It wasn't as if he hadn't thought about it. "Just go away."

The ghost actually sighed. "Not yet. I don't think we can afford to lose you. Y.T. seems to find your presence reassuring; Maria OG, Judgement, and Tom genuinely like you -- they were the first to ask after you -- and even the wolves respect you. They know you've fought."

Andy frowned, but rolled back over. "Then you're going to have to stage an intervention," he said, quietly. "Not with me. Tell the Gordon family what really happened, how little chance we had of stopping it, and get them off my family's back. Figure out if letting my family know I'm still around, even undead, would help or hurt. Get some restraining orders if you need."

Mr. Carillo hesitated for a long moment, then nodded. "All right. Will you come out and feed?"

"If it will help fix this," said Andy, flinging the blanket back and coming to his feet. 

"All right. I'll have to make some calls, so bear with me."