Temporary Bliss

Chapter 9 *edited*

Your POV

As I went to go in line to pay for my groceries, I caught Toast again, but this time Ghost wasn't with him.

"Hey! Funny seeing you here? Come here often?" I joked with a shitty pickup line, leaning against the candy shelf with one hand and the other on my hip with the basket. He chuckled.

"Why yes, I do. Quiet often actually." He said, going along with it. I laughed and stood up, glancing out the doors, seeing the sky's already black.

"It's night already? Damn I must've been in here longer than I thought." I said, speaking to myself and looking down at the three items in my basket.

"It's alright. I have been too. This trip was," he hesitated. "Definitely interesting though." He mumbled the last bit, so I couldn't understand him, but I didn't question it. We both sat quiet, waiting in line to pay for our items, until Ghost came walking in through the automatic doors, scanning the registers for the tall British man who was standing in front of me. Once he caught sight, he walked to him.

"Are you feeling any better?" Toast asked him with a worried look. Feeling better? What happened to him? Ghost nodded and rubbed his eyes. He looked upset and stressed.

"What happened?" I asked them. "If you don't mind me asking." I mumbled, feeling bad for asking without thinking first.

"Panic attack." Toast said simply. "He tends to have one every now and then." I nodded and bit my lip, thinking back to when I had one from bleeding out so much. Without realizing, I touched the J.C on my neck while zoning out. That was a lot of blood that came out of my body. I felt like I was being over dramatic with the panic attack but then again, I couldn't control it. It's embarrassing that I even let them see me like that.

I eventually payed for the food and bid my goodbyes to the boys, heading home and cooking for Mama and Darlene.

"Do you know your boy toy's full name?" Darlene asked me. She was sitting on the counter again with her phone in hand. I looked up at her as I placed the raw dough on the tray.

"I only know Johnny Ghost. Why?" I asked her. She began to type aggressively on her phone, not answering my question. I just shrugged it off and continued cooking dinner. I grabbed another pan and placed it on the stove, pulling out ground beef and slapping it onto the pan.

"Here we go! His legal name is Gregory Casket. No wonder why I had a hard time searching." She laughed. I stopped what I was doing and looked at her.

"You looked him up?" I asked her, raising a brow. How did she even do that? Gregory Casket. That's the same last name as Jimmy.

"I did because I was also looking up my ex's stuff but it crossed my mind 'what if I looked up (y/n)'s boyfriend's stuff." She said. I was very curious but this felt wrong.

"First off, he is not my boyfriend, just a friend and a co-worker. Second of all, you shouldn't be snooping in other people's stuff."

"Shut up, I know you're curious." She said with an angry face. "Look. I found his parents and his mental hospital picture." She stated. Now she really had my attention, but so did the ground beef I was cooking.

"He is known to have a Multiple Personality Disorder to the extreme. His other side of him, also known as Jimmy Casket, has tried countless of times to kill or harm other patients." She read. "He was born in the 80's. What an old man." She laughed. That doesn't make sense.

That's not Multiple Personality Disorder, Jimmy has found a way into my dreams and made himself visible to me. He's got to be a demon, ghost, something!