House of ghosts

I will

TW! Painkillers, and your hungover
(Listen to dig up her bones by misfits
for a better experience 🫶🏼)

You felt your body,
You were cold,
And hungover as hell.
It was Sunday morning
You rolled over on the bed
You got up, and drank water
Downed another ibuprofen
You whimpered out cliffs name
Fuck did you actually just do that
Call out to cliff burton?
He obviously wasn't real.
You were drunk last night
And you hallucinated the night before that
Except this time
You felt a presence
And a warm hand grab your shoulder
You turned only to see cliff sitting on the bed
" I am real." He smiled at you, his eyes shined
You fell back into the bed which made him chuckle, his grin was the same
And so was his laugh
And his voice that you heard the other nights
"What did you need sweetie?"
Cliff asked
You stared blankly
"I dunno.. I just.. whined your name I guess."

Cliff looked at you blushing,
obviously,
a dirty minded thought had crossed his mind

"Not that you asshole."

Cliff just smirked awkwardly
"Sorry, but seriously, are you in pain? Your body feeling okay? Need water, painkillers?"
You felt overwhelmed
by all the questions he asked
"I just need company."
You hiccuped
"I'm hungry."
Cliff looked at you then walked out and you fell back asleep, seemingly for 5 minutes

30 minutes later you get woken up by cliff
Your still not fucking used to him being real
He grabbed your arm and sat you at the table
Giving you food, and he observed your actions

"Thank you for leaving everything where it was.. by the way.."
Cliff said, awkwardly wanting to talk to you

"Your welcome, I just didn't want to touch anything honestly. It's been a helluva week."

Cliff stared off, and looked at his bass
Hanging on the wall
Fuck did he wanna play so bad

"Why ya staring at your bass Clifford?"
Cliff snapped back into reality seemingly
And glared at you, his eyes half opened
He was obviously annoyed
"First of all, Don't call me clifford."
You shrugged as he continued
"And I want to play it.. real bad"
You looked at him
"Why don't you?"
He stared at the table
"Don't you think I have to ask for permission?"
You looked at him with a weird look
"Why the fuck-"
He interrupted you
"Your the new owner, of.. everything"
"As a spirit, I have to ask..
if I can touch your things, that you own."
You looked at him with a blank stare
"Cliff do whatever you want here.
This is your old house."
He immediately got up, grabbed his bass and started playing excitedly
"I can do anything right?"
You smiled at his happiness
"Anything."
He smiled as he wandered his house again
He loved the fact you were so nice to him
You grinned at his happiness as you ate
Him being happy made you happy
But he was dead..
And you were alive
And there was no way in hell he'd wanna date you.
You thought about the dynamic,
Alive and dead
Alone and alone
Friend and friend?
You got worried thinking about it
Until cliff interrupted you
"I promise that I will never let you get hurt"
You smiled
"So you'll protect me? Of all people.."
he shrugged
"It's worth it, your like my best friend"

You felt yourself scream inside

"I will always let you protect me."
You said to him, smiling fakely
Feeling your own heart wither

"You will?"
He smiled genuinely, happy at your words
"I will."