Patrick Stump Imagines

Calm Before The Storm (Part 2)

"I'm a ghost."

Her breath blew across my ear, sending me shivers across my spine. I pulled away and looked her in the eye and looked at her from her eyes, to her face and to her lips. How dumb was I not to notice the ghostly aura around her, all obvious?

But most of all, if Pete couldn't see her, how come I could?

"No, you aren't." I chuckled in disbelief. "It's either you're crazy or I'm daydreaming again."

She heaved a sigh and grabbed my hand, rubbing across it gently. "You're not daydreaming. I'm true. And you're normal."

By now, I was panicking. I took my hand hurriedly as she let go of it with a saddened face. "Please leave me alone. I can't be with anyone like you, let alone that you're dead."

I stood and ran to my room, but she followed me as I tripped on the stairs. As I groaned in pain, she helped me up.

"I only mean good. Just let me try and tell you what I came here for, okay?" I dusted off my shirt and looked her in the eye. "Just trust me, okay, Patrick?"

I nodded and sighed as she looked around. "I came here because—"

She was interrupted by the speakers booming one particular line in a song loudly, let's get this party started.

"When I was a young girl, I was diagnosed of cancer and I was rushed to the hospital and I stayed there for about seven years. The medicines were keeping me alive, but my body was dying. I finally gave up and I swore that on my deathbed, the next person who lies there will be who I'll guard my whole life. I didn't get to save myself, but at least I'd get to save you.

"A week after I died, a little boy with a fever was also rushed to the same hospital and was confined in the same room and rested in the same bed. I was stunned at who this boy was because he was my sister's boyfriend's brother. I guarded every night, making sure he never got hurt or nothing killed him in his sleep. And that boy was you."

I stared at her in disbelief as every word she said transmitted through my head. "You're kidding," was all that I managed to say.

"I'm not!" she argued. I stared in disbelief as I ran downstairs, careful not to trip on anything past my way.

I needed to get air—I needed to think; but she kept following me until I got outside and finally got what I was longing for. Well, that was until a bright light came from the side of my eyesight and a huge feeling of pain struck me like a lightining bolt.

I've been hit by a car.

To be continued...