The Ghost Of You

II

" Only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today."
-Franklin D. Roosevelt

This can't be real.

It's all an illusion right?

Right?

It's all a definant illusion. How would I not know I was dead or even died? I would've felt the feeling, I would've clearly remembered it. But how can I not remember that I...died?

I stand in front of the crowd, as they all had they're heads either looking down or blankly staring out in the open.

I screamed,"Hey! Hello! I'm right here! I'm not dead!"

No response, nothing at all. No simple movement, no spoken words, no sign of attention at all.

Nothing.

Probably why no one hasn't been speaking to me in school. I'm one of the most popular kids and usually people talk to me or ask me for something. My own girlfriend didn't even say a single word or even hugged me and I definitely should have noticed that right away.

They must be messing with me, they must be. They have to be. I decided to walk over to one of my friends, Warren.

Warren Raise was one of my best and oldest friends. We met in first grade, we were sitting next to each other in class and were pretty much bored out of our minds. So how did we meet? By throwing pencils and erasers at each other behind the teacher's back. The good old days were always the best days.

As I was saying, Warren was also sitting with my other good friends, Maison and Isaac. They were all wearing similar suits with red ties and slacks with a pair of sneakers and had their hair combed, which is sometimes rare. I wanted to test something out, to see if I'm actually a ghost or just being ignored.

I sneaked up to him, seeing all three with their heads down. I wondered if they were crying or not, I'd be impressed if they did. I stood behind Warren, seeing his bare neck, stretching my hand out getting closer and closer, and...continously smacked him. My hand kept phasing through and not feeling anything. Warren didn't even move or flinch and i-it just kept phasing and phasing.

Goddammit I actually am a ghost.

Sighing, I sat on the ground staring at my own coffin. Man, I actually am dead. What do I even do now? I'm just in purgatory, doing absolutely nothing with my...ghost life. Possibly, I can do anything, like go walk in closed stores to check out the clothes or even check out girls that could possibly be changing. No stop it Quint, that's a bad thought, you have a girlfriend. Well I had one. It must have been such a complete devastation and my friends, they must feel so empty without me. Even my parents, they must be so sad and shocked their only son died. Even for me, it's hard on myself not being able to do anything, say anything, and not even give anyone anything.

My mother began announcing as I stayed on the ground spacing out. I looked over at her, face all puffy and eyes bright red, napkin in hand. As she was speaking her inaudible eulogy, I heard some phrases such as 'I miss him so much, I can't believe he would do this, I should've have been a better mother to Quint, I'm so sorry.'

Wait, 'I can't believe he did this'? What did I do? I couldn't have ki-

Mother's loud sobbing interrupted my thought and had to be taken down from the podium. I'll miss my mother. I'll miss everyone.

I remember always spending time with Mom on the weekends when I wasn't busy or anything. We'd sometimes go to movies or go eat somewhere where we actually talk to each other unlike most of today parents. One time, my mom took me to this Café around our streets and had a conversation about today's communication.

"Look over there son, watch those two eating bagels," said my mother stuffing her face as she ate a muffin.

I looked to my right and saw a daughter scrolling through her phone will the mother was doing the exact same thing. It's like they're robots with no emotion, and no sign of communication. They didn't even look up once.

"Damn, what a relationship they got there," Saying with a little chuckle.

Mother smiled,"That's why I take you places whenever we're not busy. I want to spend time with my son."

"Of course Mom, I wouldn't just say a no to an offer like this. It's free too."

Laughing she said,"Don't ever lose connection with those who you love. They can disappear one of these days and maybe you'd never know."

I sighed at the thought of it. I have a lot of quotes stuck in my head from people pretty much everywhere or where I find them.

Anyways, I began thinking about another thing in this jumble mesh of my brain; Why am I in purgatory? And not in heaven or hell? I mean, I'm not that religious, in a way but how am I in purgatory? Maybe I have to figure out why I died or the good or bad reason of why I'm here or maybe stuck. God I'd hate to be stuck, seeing all the ones that you love live their life without you. It'd hit me hard and I wouldn't be able to take that.

I pestered around, looking for clues knowing that I obviously had to find out how I died. That's usually how you go to heaven or hell right? Right?

Obviously I don't know anything.

I began walking up to the coffin again as everyone gave me a moment of silence. Some things were heard such as children crying and some sniffling and as I approached to my dead body, I held my breath. Wait I'm dead I can't do that.

There were no gunshot wounds, no knife wounds nothing. There was no possibility of me dying of a heart attack or stroke since I excersized regularly and was pretty healthy myself. I gasped as I continously inspected my own body and finally saw something.

There were these large marks around my neck that seem to stand out of everything. Serena and I must've hit it off before I died and gave me that big ass hickey. Damn that feisty girl!

I chuckled a bit, but it doesn't look like any hickey I've ever received. It wasn't like a bruise where it was dark purplish or blue.

It was bright red and somewhat wrapped mostly around my neck.

What in the world is that?

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Sorry, for editing it in a way, I sometimes just press publish without even reading over it.

Some parts will take longer than most so BE PATIENT EVEN IF YOU MIGHT NOT READ THIS XD

And I have a life you know, so it might take weeks or months to update so yeah.

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-Zedd-San