*My Ghost Bully*

Chapter 7: That Makes One of US

Michael stands up and walks over to me still on the ground, I'm holding my side because I have irritated my wound and it's starting to bleed.

Michael extends his hand out to me and I look at it and at him, he looks at me with these puppy dog eyes. I go to reach his hand and my hand floats through his hand and I slump to the ground.

"Ow dammit"
"Not you cussin now, I like it"
I slowly try to get up and make my way back to my bed, and hit the call button for the nurse.

A nurse walks in, Brianna her nametag reads, she comes in with attitude.

"What's up" she say nonchalantly.

"Uhh need my bandage changed, I feel off the bed and now I'm bleeding" I say feeling embarrassed.

"Well how about you keep still and you wouldn't need ya damn shit changed" she scolded me.

I look over and Michael is still there and he looks at me with one eye brow raised.

"I kno tf not" he said loudly
I shushed him, "What" Brianna said
I shake my head as nothing happened.

"Beth if you don't get into her ass" Michael says looking at Brianna.

I shake my head no, I was in too much pain to worry about her.

Michael shook his head and walked over to Brianna's side, as she is pulling out supplies to change my dressing.

She'd grab the gauze and Michael would blow at it and it flew out her hand. I gasped.

She look like wtf.
She went to go pick it up but Michael kneed her and she tripped and fell down.

I turned my head cuz I was holding in my laugh, I turn back and she is getting off the floor, brushing herself off.

"What are you doing in here?" Brianna said looking at me angrily.

I put my hands up, "I'm clean, I'm not doing anything at all." I said with a smirk as I look over to Michael as he is putting all the supplies back in the draws.

Brianna turns around to grab the supplies and her eyes grow huge and she's lost for words.

Next thing, the room is silent but then that's interrupted by what sounds like an intercom going off.

"Brianna. Nurse Brianna we have you on camera berating patients and your ass is good as dead if you do that again"

My face drops and I look over at Michael and he has his hands over his mouth. He is doing this, how?

Brianna turns her head to me and looks at me with a worry look, I smirk at her.

She quickly grabs the items to change my dressing again and comes over and ever so gently caters to me and Michael is over her shoulder watching her every move.

"Anything else you need ma'am?" She says

"No that's it thank you tho" I smile and get comfortable in bed and watch and she scurries out the room.

I adjust myself to turn to Michael and he is sitting in the dressing station table.

"Michael what is going on?" I ask him resting my head on hand.

He mimics me and does the same, "Well Beth, as you can see I'm dead. I knew this day was coming but I just didn't know how or why" he says looking down sadly, "Now my parents are without a son, all my friends and you.." He says looking up at me

I weirdly look at him, "Don't add me into that equation, you were the absolute worst to me, I was nothing to you and don't try that shit now because you are dead."

"Well damn tell me how you really feel" he scoffs

"I will asshole," he leans back offended, "You are the biggest jerk I have ever met, you taunted me since I was 5 years old, you made me regretting living, you enabled me from being my true self and having friends, having a fucking boyfriend, hell I am still a virgin because of you Michael Jackson. You made me so depressed, I resorted to harming myself along with you hurting me. You are the lowest piece of shit there is and you know what I am just going to say this," I pause and take a deep breathe, "I am glad you -" before I could finish Michael appears in front of me angrily and his hand is over my mouth.

'I would chose your words very carefully Elizabeth, if I were you" he growls.

I shake my head, "But you aren't me because I am still alive" I say confidently.

He looks into my eyes and I into his. I can't believe him.

He turns around and starts to walk away and disappears.

I am alone in the room, finally. I lay my head back and slowly drift off to sleep.

TO BE CONTINUED. . . . . . .