Ghostly Brother

The Perks of Being Dead

Tristan's POV:

I laid there in bed next to Bella who was sound asleep. I didn't even bother trying to sleep because it was useless. I wouldn't even be able to dream if I tried to.

I didn't mean to snap at Bella. I really didn't, but I was so frustrated and angry that I wasn't alive and she was. I know it sounds harsh but I was born first. Not her.

Damn I sound horrible.

I just really hate that she's living the life I couldn't. Her family can see her and hug her and shit and she has friends that are annoying, but are also so damn awesome. I just don't really like the fact that I'm well, dead, and I couldn't even take one stupid breath of my stupid life.

I should really talk to someone before I become depressed.

Oh, wait.

No one can see me.

Duh.

I sighed and floated out of the bed and around her room. I started looking at her posters like Eminem, Panic! at the disco, Fall Out Boy, The Avengers, Superman, Batman and so on.

God she's such a guy.

I laughed silently and decided to look through her night stand that was next to her bed. I sighed at the picture of her and her friends when they went to the beach. It was actually kind of sad because Ivan almost drowned in the water and Mario was in hysterics and crying. They still managed to have fun even after that and Mario wouldn't leave Ivan's side no matter what.

He even took him to the bathroom so he could take a piss.

It was only one stall in the restroom.

It's not like I would've let anything happened to them. After that I paid real close attention and tried to keep them out of trouble.

Especially Bella.

I'm still kind of pissed that she got to live and I didn't, I didn't want mom to lose another child. After that I managed to help her through her problems. From the video games to the test taking.

I mean I'm smart, its just that no one knows because well, I'm invisible.

I floated away from the picture and just floated around the room on my back with my arms under my head.

I felt the urge, and after almost 15 years, I did it.

I floated through Bella's wall to the room next to hers.

Our parents room.

I stalked towards the bed and bit my lip to fight back tears.

Throughout my years I've been dead, I never once looked at my parents because I was always sad that they never really thought about me. But now, I know that wasn't true.

Because I saw the tear stains on my mom and dads faces. I sighed and tried to run my hands through my moms hair but like almost everything else, it went through.

I sighed sadly and went back to Bella's room. Strangely, I can touch her and hug her. I didn't even want to question it because it was nice having someone see you and its nice knowing someone knew you existed.

I just wanted to be alive and have the family and friends Bella had, but I can't blame her because she wasn't even born yet and had no idea I existed until I started to "haunt" her. I climbed into bed next to her and just stared at the ceiling.

Maybe being dead wasn't as bad as I thought. I mean I couldn't really feel anything, and I can do things that freak people out like make a cup or dog float in thin air. I chuckled and though back to the day when Bella was in the second grade and I was sitting next to her and I had sneezed and her paper had fallen off the desk and she had freaked out and said she was being haunted.

I mean she wasn't wrong, but I sort of regret it because after that, she began to check out ghost books and such.

I laughed at myself and decided maybe that being dead was what I was meant to be.

I can scare the crap out of people and they wouldn't know it! I chuckled and looked at Bella.

Maybe this won't be so bad. It wasn't her fault I was dead.

That night at that moment, I made a pact.

I vowed that I would keep my family safe, because not all ghosts are as friendly as I am. I inhaled and exhaled and cuddled next to Bella.

And that night, I actually fell asleep peacefully.