Better Off Dead (Kellic) ✔️

7: Kellin

**Kellin's POV**

Ghost? Séance? What the hell were they on about?

The questions that went through my head were brain crunching. I tried to wrap my head around all of this, but... Nothing really made sense anymore. And honestly I just wanted to wake up already. This totally just had to be a dream.

Or maybe... I remembered one night when I was writing that I was drinking quite a lot too. Honestly, what writer doesn't drink, right? The best ones do. Maybe I drank myself into a weird coma?

"There's a very troubled spirit in this house." The so-called gypsy woman said as she walked into the living room. The outfit that she was wearing screamed local fun shop costume.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "These people are more fucked up than I thought." I muttered to myself.

Vic gulped at the gypsy's comment and Jaime merely rolled his eyes.

A small, round table was set up in the middle of the living room, covered with a red cloth and a few lit candles situated in the middle of it. The gypsy woman then mumbled some words in a language that no one really understood.

"Fucking ridiculous." I muttered darkly.

As Vic, Jaime and the gypsy woman sat down around the table, they held hands. I merely folded my arms over my chest and looked at the scene from a distance, still wondering when I'd finally wake up from this crazy-ass lucid dream.

"Oh beloved spirit." The gypsy started. "We bring you gifts from life into death."

I snorted a little. She called the crap on the table gifts?

"Commune with us, spirit, and move among us."

"Fuck's sake!" I yelled, extremely frustrated at this point. It made the flames of the candles sway for a moment. "This is fucked up, man! I'm not a fucking spirit! You're all fucking crazy! I'm... I'm in a coma or something, I don't know. For fuck's sake!"

"The spirit seems stressed. Unhappy." The gypsy woman whispered.

"Of course I'm fucking stressed! Jesus Christ, someone wake me up from this crap!"

"Is... is it angry?" Vic then asked, his voice slightly shaky.

The gypsy shook her head and looked behind her, straight at the corner where I was standing. "It doesn't seem to realize that it has passed. It's stuck here for some reason."

"Oh right, I'm the crazy one. Sure." I was so done with this. I walked up to the table, managed to blow out the candles, and then followed to turn the lights back on. I was seriously so over this. There's no way that I was dead. Or stuck here for that matter.

I was home. There was nothing wrong with that.

And I definitely wasn't dead. I couldn't be.

Why the fuck would I be dead? How?