Open Your Eyes

Well That's Weird

*a few months later*

All we did now was sit around, and hardly talk. Tré wasn't himself anymore. Neither was I. Tré said I was quieter.

I walked into the kitchen to get some water. I got out a glass and put the tap on, filling it and going to leave the room when the tap turned on again. Confused, I turned it off and waited. Nothing. I went back to Tré in the living room.

"Tré I think we have a plumbing issue." I said, and he looked up.

"What makes you think that?" He asked.

"The taps are turning on when I've already turned them off." I said, and he looked deep in thought. The tv turned off.

"Tré, I was watching that." I said.

"You've got the remote Mikey." He said, and I looked to my right. Sure enough, the remote was right there.

"I must have leant on it." I said, and he nodded as I turned it back on.

Billie POV

Are they stupid? They know I'm right here. They just won't admit it to each other. I'll show them.

It's been okay around here, turning things on and off and watching the confused expression on their faces. But it sure is weird too. Whenever Mike is alone and he gets upset, I always want to put my arm around him, but of course I go straight through him. Sometimes though, I think he knows I'm there, because he shivers. I talk to him too, but he can't hear me. Again, sometimes I think he can, because he looks up, but then he must shake it off as him hearing things. I haven't had to courage to talk to Tré yet, but I do turn things off for him too. Like I'd just turned the tv off. This is so weird. I'm listening to Mike tell Tré he must have leant on the remote, when I know fine well that I did it. I'm sitting next to my best friend and he doesn't even know. I put my hand on Mike's shoulder and he shivered.

"Is it cold in here?" He asked Tré, and I laughed and Mike looked up.

Wow, that's twice in a row he's heard me. Maybe I'm on a roll.

It was later that night that Mike said he was going to bed. I followed him upstairs, watching as he tried out a few bass lines. He put the guitar in it's stand and crawled into bed. I sat in the corner. I really wanted Mike to see me. I wanted to talk to him and have him talk back. I put all my focus into making him see me, and then cleared my throat. He looked up at the noise and smacked his head off the headboard as he obviously saw me.

"Mike." I said, but he just sat there looking at me with an expression of horror. "You in there?" I asked, and he started breathing weird. "Mike it's okay." I said, and he didn't stop. He covered his face and I thought maybe it was time to go. I let myself be 'invisible' again as Mike still sat in bed, breathing weird. He was prone to panic attacks, but I didn't think seeing me would bring one on.

"Tré!" He shouted, obviously realising he needed someone. Tré ran in quickly, obviously hearing the panic in Mike's voice. Was he going to tell Tré that he saw me?

"What's up Mikey? Panic attack?" He asked. Tré knew Mike often had those.

Tell him Mike. Tell him you saw me.

But Mike just nodded and Tré hugged him, trying to calm him down. Eventually he did calm down, and fell asleep. Tré lay him down and turned the lights off again, and left the room.

Hmm. Maybe Tré wouldn't be as scared if he saw me.

Idea...