This choice: I start to see dead people. • Go Back...Chapter #6I start to see dead people. by: Unknown Creepy was a major understatement.
I suppose it simply wasn't a normal occurance to have your Grandma ranting in your ears - especially if she um, was supposed to have departed for Heaven, like, ten years ago? I was crept out, sure, but after dying, having an absolutely normal conversation with a dead person, and then resurrecting, I could proudly declare that nothing else could surprise me from this day onwards.
Until that boy 'materialized' before me..
"I'm on the bed," was the first sentenced he uttered to me. Ever. I didn't even know that dude.
Nice introductory line. So... How do I introduce myself then? : I'm on the bed too?
"Sorry?" I asked instead, perturbed by his skeletal structure.
The boy surveyed me nervously. "I'm on the bed," He repeated again, as though trying to convince himself so.
"No," I replied, feeling crazily ridiculous. "Sorry to disappoint, but you're errr... standing on the, um, floor, in my ward btw..."
He stared at me, as though horrified that I had spoken the unspeakable. Then he snapped out of his daze, and gave himself a full body scan. (I mean, who did that sort of thing?) Gingerly, fearfully, he reached out and poked himself. (I was starting to think that that guy belonged with the loons.) And finally, his hands shaking like a boat in on choppy waters, he recoiled it sharply.
"You alright?" I questioned, concerned now.
The boy looked as though he'd seen a ghastly ghost.
"Hey," I waved my uninjured hand in front of his dazed face. Multitasking, I used the other to point at the empty seat previously occupied by my Mom. "Don't faint on me," I advised. "Just settle there and... you know, chill out...?"
The boy followed my orders robotically.
I was revising my social skills in my head - to start some small talk of course- when the door flung open, revealing a girl my age with a water cart.
She barely acknowledged me with a lazy tilt of her head, completely ignored the 'I'm-on-the-bed' boy (I don't know his name), and carted the water cart in.
"Pleased to meet you too," I muttered sarcastically.
"Heard ya, kid," She scowled in my direction.
I decided I didn't really like her. From her uniform, she was a hundred and one percent, undoubtedly, a candy-striper. Ugh, the standard has deproved drastically. Can't they hire some better kids?
"The idiot din't even bother to acknowledge me," The 'I'm-on-the-bed-boy' finally decided to join the conversation. "What am I, a ghost?"
The girl didn't even bother to act like she heard it. It was as though... he hadn't spoken? It started to get me jittery. This girl could either a) act amazingly well - pretending not to have heard a thing, b) really didn't hear, or c) was being her usual idiotic self. Option c seemed the most likely.
Wow, this one really had an attitude problem.
"Yeah," I piped up loudly towards the 'I'm-on-the-bed-boy'. "I totally agree. Let's sign a petition to get her sacked."
'I'm-on-the-bed-boy' nodded in quick staccato nods, looking enthusiastic at the idea.
I grinned. We'd finally caught her attention. The girl's eyes immediately snapped up incredulously from her job, to study me skeptically. Her eyebrows raised itself on it's own accord, and she murmured, "Whoa, you're in a worse condition than I imagined."
"What?"
"Talking to an imaginary friend," She snickered at me outrightly. "Either you're really desperate for one, or really just a nutcase."
"WHAT?" 'I'm-on-the-bed-boy' hollered, jumping to his feet and lunging at her in a flurry. "What do you mean-" His hands slid right through her. No, not around. But THROUGH. It was... gross. However, at the moment, the only thing that flashed through my mind was: Oh. My. Gosh.
'I'm-on-the-bed-boy' screamed in horror, doubling back into me, and yeah, zipping right through me like a bullet.
It was my turn to scream.
Mean girl nearly dropped the water jar. She frowned at me for a single puzzled moment, before glancing at the ceiling, expecting it to fall and squish us, or something. When nothing exciting happened, she glanced back at me.
"What's your problem, sissy kid?" She demanded. "Even my younger sis ain't that sissy."
Deep breaths, I convinced myself. Deep breaths. So... she hadn't witnessed the whole 'stick-my-hand-through-your-body' stunt? She... couldn't see 'I'm-on-the-bed-boy'? But I could!
So naturally, I just freaked out.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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