The Kind Ghost of Hurricane (Michael Afton x reader)

-Chapter 20-

Might write something more romantical now that there isn't a lot of Michael. Like what happened in those two months before school finished, so I can call a part of this story an high school romance.

Also thank you all for arriving this far :)

-Mari

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You sat up on the bed in your reality, screaming at the top of your lungs. You were breathing heavily as if someone was choking you the second before, but luckily your clothes were purple instead of red, there weren't any particles, and most importantly, there was light surrounding you.

"[Name]!" Henry yelled, entering the room hurriedly. He didn't lose a second and rushed to the bed to hug you. "It's alright, don't worry. It was only a dream."

As he was holding you close, you started calming down, and the few tears that fell from the lack of air were slowly drying.

"What happened? Are you ok? I couldn't find you anywhere!" Charlie exclaimed from the left side of the bed.

"Do you want to talk about it?" The man asked, pulling you away to look at you.

"It was just a nightmare from that night, nothing special, I had it before at the hospital." You said, not completely telling him the truth.

"Are you sure? You looked out of breath."

"Yes, I'm sure... What time is it?"

The man looked behind him and responded. "7 am. You only slept for an hour."

"Good enough for what I dreamed."

He asked you if you wanted to talk about it, but you kindly refused for the time being. You first needed to understand yourself before telling him. 
He tried to ask again with questions like "you sure? Like really sure? Like really really sure or just sure?" but you never caved in.

He sighed in defeat and kissed the top of your head. "I'll be in the box if you need me then." Then he got up from the bed and walked out of the door, leaving you alone with a ghost.

"You saw him, right? I can feel it." You looked at her in question. "I gave you a piece of my soul after all. Like when you cut off a chicken's head but she's still running."

You sighed, remembering clearly what you dreamed about. Every little detail, from the plushie under the bed, to the scratches on the wooden door that you made when you were little. Once a firefly flew into your mouth and you almost choked on it, so everytime you saw one you would panic and scratch the door in search of the handle.

"It felt horrible. It was the same feeling as that night, it's like I just revived it all over again. I can't die when I'm awake, and if I die in my dreams I wake up..." You looked at the kid with teary eyes. "Then why am I still scared?"

"It wouldn't be normal if you weren't." She said, crawling on the bed all the way to you.

"Well, are you?"

"A lot of time passed, my memories are fading, but sometimes I do. I still remember that it was raining that night, and out of nowhere I was laying on the ground."

You stopped talking about your deaths, and stayed silent for a bit. And surely telling her that your funeral was going to be held the next day wasn't a good idea. You also wondered if she got to see hers, then you remembered that the Charlie you see in human form isn't actually a human anymore and is just something that your mind created.

"Do you think I did something good? Give them life again I mean."

"Do you want a real answer or a comforting answer?"