recklessly falling

02

          ↳ ›Luke, stop ghosting me‹

Plot twist: they couldn't see me. Nevertheless, it seemed like the both of them had mysteriously felt or heard something that had caused their instant reaction. Perhaps they could now at least hear me?

»Luke, I stole your red panties!!« My attempt for them to hear my scream failed yet again. What did they feel just a few minutes ago that caused their long faces?

They still stood there a few meters away from me, not moving an inch. While that girl's facial features relaxed again, Luke still look traumatised. I don't even think, he was actually breathing while staring into the void.

Frustration caused me to ball my hands into fists so that I could control my tears. I did not want to cry. The first time I had ever cried was on the freezing hospital floor after Reggie, Alex and Luke had eaten that freaking hotdog. I promised it to be the first and last time I had cried.

Crying was only a waste of my time. Instead of crying, I could already achieve all I want. For example seeing them again.

»Did you hear that?,« Julie asked, discomfort being visible in her eyes and in her alarmed posture.

»No,« Luke hesitated, spacing out at the sandwich near me.

I sensed a ticklish feeling in my nose. The tears really wanted to test my control tonight. However, I did not cry. Why would I even?

For a split of seconds I imagined Luke staring directly into my eyes. However, I knew it was only my imagination playing sick tricks on me.

It felt like suffocating in this tiny room, hence, I decided to step out to get some fresh air. It wasn't like it did any good standing there like an idiot. They couldn't see me anyway.

The universe gave me sunset curve when I needed them the most. They were my family and it felt like we grew together from a very young age even though we didn't.

My lungs had only ever started breathing in oxygen when I first had met Reggie on that heartless Christmas night. Thus, even though I only knew them for so little, it felt like I had spent my whole life with them.

I was only fourteen when my rebellious soul got the power over me and brought me to the great idea of escaping from the only place that graced me with warm meals and a roof above my head.

However, there was a huge misunderstanding and all the blame was put on me. Sensitive as I was, I couldn't take it and so I ran away. It was astonishingly surprising how the staff still hadn't found me. I mean, I technically hid for three or four years with my new friends and then I had died with the age of 17 and yet they had not found me. I suppose they didn't even bother to inform the police of me missing...

Anyway. It was not important because the disinterest was mutual. As much as they did not care about me, I didn't give a fuck about them. And as much as they hated me, I despised them.

I disappeared through the door, not even having to struggle with neither pulling or pushing. I fucking flew through the door. I don't even know if  'flying' was the right term to address this hokuspokus magic.

I assumed it was around hot summer time in wherever location I was right now because every one was half naked either swimming in the beach or just relaxing and enjoying the light of the moon in this lonely night.

I always wanted to do that too. Relaxing and enjoying life. Sadly, I never actually had the privilege to do so for longer than a few months. After enjoying the little happiness life gave me, the misery came ten times worse than before.

I decided to sit down next to an old lady that wore a weird hat with a diameter of good 20 cm. I sighed approximately 5ish times before trying to force my head to connect the puzzle or whatever this was.

»So I'm a ghost, but the boys are ghosts too. However they cannot see me. Does that make me a ghosted ghost?« I started blabbering to myself. I mean, no one can hear or see me anyway. »Also that Julie girl is not dead and still can see ghosts. But not me, which means that she cannot see ghosted ghosts, right?«

My head started aching from all of this nonsense. I rested my head in my hands, trying to think of a loophole or whatever happened the moment I died. »Fuck, do ghosted ghosts even exist?« I asked myself in frustration.

»No,« I jerked my head from its position and looked incredulously at the old lady to my right. »They don't.«

She could see me?