His amber eyes pierced through the darkness of my room, I had no clue who he was. Most people would freak out and kick and scream for their lives, but that wouldn't accomplish anything. He's probably just there to steal something, he'll just leave if I act like i'm asleep. Oh god I can't breathe, it's cold, I can't feel my arms or legs ,this really fucking hurts. I'm laying on the bed, eyes wide open staring at the blank wall. The pain is gone now. Well fuck. I'm dead. Not really sure how to feel about it, it's probably just some weird sleep paralysis or something. Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up. A voice breaks through my thoughts. "Well you can fly off now to heaven or hell or whatever'' wait can he actually see me, or is he just talking to himself. He looked directly at me "what, are you gonna haunt me or something". Who the hell is this guy "no, um wait a minute am I dead or.." he pointed at me with a knife in my back "thought so, what am I supposed to do now?" It hasn't hit me yet but I'm dead now. He ignored me and walked away slamming the door. I tried to walk through the door but instead I bashed my head, huh, well shit . I walked out of my apartment and caught up to him "hey answer me". He sighed "Look I'm not a ghost expert, you're supposed to go up or down if you're still here then I don't know what to tell you ,don't talk to me I look crazy talking to no one" what an asshole "well you stabbed me so you probably are crazy" I snapped back at him "look I'm not crazy and if I am crazy then fine but I don't want everyone knowing what I just did" what fucking nerve "so you did this for no reason" he looked away and didn't answer "well at least take me with you then". He walked off silently "stop acting like I don't exist" he kept walking "for all I know you don't" I tried to trip him but he walked through my leg. "Look I get it you're mad I killed you but fuck off there is nothing you can do anymore" we got to his apartment "I'm not mad, even though I should be, I just have nowhere to go" he sighed and pulled out his keys..."this is my place, imma go shower DO NOT snoop around, hopefully you're gone by tomorrow ". His appartment was really clean. To be completely honest his apartment looked nothing like I had imagined. I walked around and found myself in his room. He had posters of popular tv shows all over his wall and textbooks on a desk with a laptop and some anime figurines. His room looked more normal than mine ever did. I wonder what could have made him kill people, I sat on his bed. I messed around with his books and figurines until he walked out of his shower with a towel around his waist.I didn't notice him till he screamed, "get the fuck out of my room I told you not to move!!" oh my god, oh my god. "sorry sorry sorry I'm so sorry I can't believe I'm so stupid". I rushed out ,I really hope you can't be visibly embarrassed when you're dead. What am I gonna do? Is he gonna kick me out? Is he the only one who can see me? What if I end up in hell? ughhhh. In the middle of my freak out he opened the door."Alright you can come in'' oh my god this is so awkward he just walked in half naked while I was playing with some stupid action figures. I took a seat on his bed and tried not to make eye contact. "I have to sleep, I have work tomorrow and i'm tired" he sounded somehow even more dead than I did "where am I supposed to sleep then?". He look so confused? oh right I'm dead haha."you don't need sleep, and if you do just sleep on the floor, like I said I'm hoping you're gone by morning".He didn't even hand me a pillow or blanket or anything what an asshole I might be dead but I can still feel the floor. Fuck this, I mean since I can't touch him can't I just lay next to him without it really being a problem. Fuck wait what am I doing, this is still really weird. He hasn't noticed I'll just slip ou-"what the hell do you think you're doing". fuck fuck fuck he's awake he probably thinks I'm super weird "well since I can't touch you ,not that I want to, I just thought maybe I could lay down and you wouldn't notice?" he didn't really say anything he just went over to his closet and pulled out a blanket and pillow then plopped down on the floor. I stared at the ceiling a bit. It reminded me of the walls of my apartment, just as blank and boring. A sudden rush of loneliness hit me "Hey um wait what's your name" there was a pause "Mark, now sleep" another awkward "yeah well sorry Mark, I didn't really think that through.... Oh and also my names Autumn by the way" there was silence for a bit "wait did you just apologize to me on the same day I stabbed you" he does have a point but "like I said I'm not mad, being murdered was always a possibility and I hadn't really done much with my life yet so I didn't lose much" silence again "well autumn I can confidently say you're the weirdest fucking person I've ever stabbed"
His perspective
The hot water hits my face,I don't want to leave the shower.Fuck. I let out a deep sigh and tried to wipe the condensation off the mirror. It's still foggy but you can make out the dark bags under my eyes. They're bound to get worse with her here."hey so I-GETTHE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM I TOLD YOU NOT TO MOVE!!". I watch as she sits upright on my bed and clumsily plops my gundam figures on the nightstand. Ugh I can't believe her,messing around in a strangers house. Still maybe i'm not one to talk, no no either way she should have listened. She awkwardly walks back in and sits down. I tell her to get off the bed and she slips off with a disappointed look on her face. She complains about sleeping on the floor, but I honestly doubt she'll still be here by morning, most of the people I kill are gone by now. At least the ghosts that aren't after my throat. My slow drift into sleep is interrupted by a tug on the sheets.I open my eyes slightly, she's inches away from my face. It's weird that I'm just now noticing, but she's extremely beautiful, in a rough around the edges and a little messy sort of way. I catch a glimpse of her eyes. Her dark hazel irises pull me in. She gets up, snapping me out of my daze, her plain white shirt hangs off her bod as she shuffles around. She turns her head and tries to carefully lift her legs out of bed without me noticing. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"I blurted out, remembering that she snuck into my bed without permission. She stumbles through a sentence, desperately trying to explain herself. I get out of bed, grab my spare pillows and blanket and try to sleep. She wont stop talking. "Yeah well sorry Mark I didn't really think that through oh and also my name's Autumn by the way" Autumn huh? The name suits her. She has light brown hair, draping over her pale skin, her eyes are warm, and her voice is calming. She gives off the warm maternal feeling of fall. A strange sense of guilt overwhelms me. My eyelids feel heavier and heavier until they shut me out from the world....... I wake up disoriented and almost jump at the sight of her. She's laying with the blanket half over her and a pillow on the floor. She looked more alive now somehow, come to think of it her apartment was extremely depressing. Her sink was dirty, the rooms were empty, and everything seemed blank and dark. It was so bleak, I felt hopeless just being in there.How did she live like that. I stared for too long, she woke up and her eyes flickered at me. I don't know what came over me, my heart started beating out of my chest. I felt something coming from her, something dangerous, I scrambled for something anything to get her away from me. All I knew was that I wasn't safe. I felt so much pain, but it wasn't mine. Tears streamed from my eyes, but they weren't mine. Before long it went away and she groggily yawned, stretching like a cat on my bed. "Sooooooo.... What's for breakfast"
