Ghostly Brother

Ghost?

I think I'm starting to finally lose my mind. I'm 14 now and I swear these whispers are getting more and more realistic.

"Bella."

I mean like, at first they sounded like whispers, but now it actually sounds like an actual voice.

"Bellaaaa."

It sounds more like a guy. I guess that's believe-able, I mean, my friends are mostly guys.

"DAMMIT BELLA ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION."

I snapped out of my thoughts when I saw the history teacher give Mario a white slip and told him to go to the office for disrupting class. All eyes were on me and I felt my face flush so I just casted my gaze down and bit my lip.

"Well then," my teacher coughed, "since Bella seemed to daydream in my class instead if actually learning, you guys will have a project to work on. Maybe now some people will actually want to learn." He said casting his gaze towards me.

Oh so I suddenly became the bad one.  

"So, I'm going to be picking your partners," he started, to which the class groaned. He started calling out names when Mario came back. He sat in his seat and started glaring at the teacher.

"-Mario and Travis, Bella and Bryan-"

Gee, thanks Satan. I get paired up with the flower boy.

Now, I have nothing against him, but, he doesn't talk, he doesn't do work, and he makes flower crowns which are absolutely beautiful.

Maybe being paired up with him won't be so bad.

*

I was wrong.

For the rest of the period I was sat next to him and it was fuxking awkward. We didn't even talk once other than when the bell rang and I rushed out a 'see you'.

I was now home researching our topic, which was Pearl Harbor, when I saw something black rush by.

Goodbye, the demons are here for me.

I started getting nervous because of all the movies and TV shows I watch that include some demon or ghost popping out.  I shook my head and went back to the project.

"Don't use that website, its a fraud."

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard that.

"Okay...thanks?" I mumbled.

"No prob."

I ignored that but I felt as if someone was watching me. I looked around the room and saw a dark shadow by the corner. I squinted my eyes but then it was gone. I shrugged my shoulders and was about to go back the project when-

"Can you... Can you see me now?"

I jumped in my chair which resulted into my ass falling to the floor.

Thank the skies I was home alone.

I scanned my eyes around my room and saw the same figured shadow but this time it was more clear, and it was gone.

This is getting annoying.

"Um... Hi?"

This time I actually screamed. That shit was right next to my ear.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"

"NO, WAIT! I DIDN'T MEAN TO SCARE YOU!"

"MOM! SIGN ME UP FOR THE MENTAL WARD!"

Wait. I'm home alone. Great. I'm going to be slaughtered in this house alone and my cries will never exist.

I saw what appeared to be a shadowy figure sitting crossed legged on my bed- and hey.

He wasn't that bad looking.

I looked at him confused and lemme just. Is this real?

"OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

Yup. He's real.

I retreated my finger from his eye and mumbled out a sorry. He kept rubbing his eye and blinking it and rubbing it again for a few more seconds, then there was nothing but silence for the next five minutes.

I sat there on the floor pretending he wasn't there and oh shit, the project.

I looked at him through the corner of my eye and with ninja reflexes, got my notebook and laptop off my desk and procceded to finish the research.

It went on like that for the next hour. Me doing the research and him sitting or laying on my bed. When I was satisfied with the research I closed my notebook and stuffed it in my backpack and shut my laptop.

Still sitting on my bed, I looked at the mysterious boy questioningly. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows at me.

"What?" He asked. I gave him a 'really' look and I think he finally got it.

"I killed Mr. Tickles." He told me seriously. I gave him a horrific look and stood up. Mr. Tickles was my teddy bear and he was mysteriously put into the washer when I was like 7 and when I asked my mom why he was in there she said he was enjoying it.

"But he's dying! Someone wanted to kill him!" was my response.

Hey, I was like 7.

So he was the one who put him in the washer. Wait, fuck I'm stupid. It was mom, duh.

The boy laughed and patted the spot next to him. I hesitantly sat down next to him and we just looked at each other for a few minutes. Right when I was about to question him, he stuck out his hand.

"Hi! I'm your ghostly brother!" He stated excitedly and I heard the front door open.

"MOM"

"WHAT. WHAT HAPPENED?!"

"YOU CAN SIGN ME UP FOR THE CRAZY HOUSE NOW!"

"HONEY WE DID THAT SINCE THE DAY YOU WERE BORN. YOU HAVE A RESERVED ROOM."

Well then...