Jahnnie Oneshots 3☆

☆Ghost: Final Part☆

Request: emogxilbert

[ Jake comes back to life, somehow. And he reunites with Johnnie :D ]

TW: mental illness, depression, grief,talking about death, rebirthing into life

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It's been a full year since Jake Webber's passing, and tonight.. hit harder than usual.

Johnnie couldn't stop crying, he has been crying all day and night, praying and wishing for Jake to return.

Johnnie sat up on his bed, looking around the room as he wiped the tears from his face.

The room was quiet, the only sound being the occasional sniffle from Johnnie.

He grabbed his phone, looking at the date. It was the anniversary of Jake's passing, and it felt like a punch in the gut.

He couldn't believe how its already been a year, and he hasn't moved on, he hasn't healed, he misses his best friend more than anything. He misses his crush.. more than anything.

Johnnie's heart ached as he thought about Jake. He couldn't believe how much he missed him.

He missed his laugh, his smile, his jokes, his presence. It was like a piece of him was missing.

He lay back down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling as tears continued to stream down his face.

A storm was raging outside, rain harshly hitting the window panes. Thunder rumbling in the background with an occasional crash of lightning.

Johnnie sat up again, the sound of the storm outside distracting him from his thoughts. He got up from the bed and walked over to the window, looking out at the rain.

He watched as the raindrops fell, the lightning illuminating the sky. He felt a sense of loneliness wash over him, the storm reflecting his feelings.

Meanwhile, at the cemetery...

The lightning crashed loudly, hitting Jake's gravestone. Something sparked.

Jake's coffin started to shake as the punk opened his eyes. Was this a gift..? Another chance from the afterlife?

The coffin's lid slowly off, and Jake pushed his hand out. His hand sticking out of his grave as he climbing himself out.

He wasn't a zombie, he was still a human. He felt himself breathing again. Once he got out of his grave, he looked at his hands. His brown eyes are wide.

Jake stumbled out of his grave, his legs feeling weak from being in a coffin for so long. He looked around, taking in his surroundings.

The storm was still raging, the rain pouring down on him. He took a deep breath, the cool air filling his lungs. He couldn't believe it, he was alive. He was back from the dead.

Jake wasn't a spirit, he was in his physical body. He stands up, his legs buckled and wobbled. He caught himself with the nearby tree. "AH?!" He exclaimed in panic, looking at his hands. Touching his tatted arms, his face, his clothes that he wore.

The same clothes from the accident. It was like.. it never happened?

Jake looked down at his clothes, his mind racing with confusion and disbelief. The same clothes he wore the day of the accident, the same tattoos on his arms.

It was like he had been transported back in time, like the accident had never happened.

He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to make sense of what was going on. He was alive, and he was back in his body.