I was sitting in my room, sober for once in my life and walking around. I was talking to the dead people who were floating around in my room and they started mentioning how my head seemed to be clear enough to handle for now. I had just rolled my eyes and gone into the bathroom, flicking on the light i saw my favorite ghost fake hanging himself.. With my bra. I grabbed it out of his hands, mine going through his, and gave him a disturbing look of disappointment. He slid onto my counter and nudged over the little needle and plastic tube with his fingertips. I grabbed the tube and pulled off my shirt, wrapping the rubber tube around the top part of my elbow, i grabbed the needle. Trying to focus my vision, i grabbed the needle and tried to find the little vein that i was going to stick it into this time. As i did, i stuck it in and injected the blissful heroine into my arm. I could feel everything slow down. My breathing, my heartbeat, the blood in my veins, the hairs on my arms, i felt everything. I could feel everything slow down and get faster over and over again, feeling everything get as hot as fire then as cold as ice. I felt as my blood went from cream slow to pure water fast, going over and over again. Not being able to stop it i pulled the needle out and set it on the counter, tugging off the cord and setting it next to the needle. I looked back at my dear dead friend and he started yapping my ear off about how he hated being stuck in purgatory. Purgatory being my small apartment i had here in Chicago. I had a collection of ghosts here, all ages and all genders, all different in any way you could think of. People just mistake me as a stupid drug addict but i did it to see them, to be able to speak to them and hear them. I went on with my morning routine by making myself a nice breakfast of eggs and onions before walking to my couch and plopping down next to my second and third. My first's name was Adam and my second was named Adeline. They had been married and they never really got to make the relationship final since they had gotten into a car crash after the wedding and they had died. It was actually a little sad. My thirds name was Ashlen which was a little strange which meant that she was going to be one of my favorites. She was the one who had told me that i was in purgatory and that i was somehow the gate keeper. I ate my food quietly as i listened to distant conversations between the ghosts and heard that they were going to try to get out to either a place called Paradisia or Inferno. I knew that Inferno was hell, but i didn't know if Paradisia was heaven or if it was a type of place that even ghosts die and go off to. I didn't bother try to get into the conversation since i knew that they were getting upset about it. I just turned on the television and started to watch about how there was a freak accident and twelve people had died. I spoke over all of them and yelled how we were going to get busy soon with everything, they all were a little distracted by looking down at the ground at the youngest girl named Annabelle. She had more little kids crowded around her and they all looked new. You could always see the new ones and the older ones since the new ones were always confused and the older ones were just used to it and ready to start annoying the living.. Also known as me. I stood up, finishing off my breakfast, and looked at the little kids. Asking their names, they all stood still until one of them started chanting a quiet prayer and she started screaming. One by one, each of the ghosts just faded away until i felt something that was almost like someone pushing me over the edge of something. I knew what was going on but i didn't know why. I felt a good five pushes before the little kids disappeared and i looked around. My apartment was empty and sunshine flew in. I opened my eyes and mouth and five ghosts came spilling out of me, they were using me as protection. They had told me that everyone else was now in Inferno and that i had saved them. As i looked them over, i saw Christano, Bella, Adam, Ashlen and Adam. No one else was in the room and my plate was shattered on the ground.
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