But Sean, baby... (JSE imagines)

3: Transparent

(Hey guys, this one was inspired by Don't Go by @ZombieChick130 and you should really go read her book too. It's called Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Imagines. Hope you all like this)

You had moved into a new house a few days ago, and you were still getting used to it. You loved the house, it was totally your style. You never would have thought that Dublin would be beautiful, but it was. It was so green and so sunny on some days, that you hardly minded the many rainy days. You had started to get to know people around town, and you loved it. There wasn't a single thing you didn't like.

Then, of course, one night, something happened.

You snapped awake to broken glass. Your heart was ready to leap from your chest and your stomach churning violently. You tossed the covers off of you and ran downstairs. Then, you screamed and fell backwards in fear. You sat there, staring at what was obviously, a ghost.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"his voice sounded echoey and distant, though he was right in front of you. You could hardly breathe.

He started to explain himself, and you tried to listen as best you could,"I'm sorry, I didn't want to scare you. I didn't mean to- I just wanted to see if there was anyone here-"

You examined him, head to toe. He was an older man, but not like that. Later twenties, you thought. He was transparent, and pale- as a ghost (no pun intended). His hair was lime green and his eyes blue. He had faint facial hair on his chin and cheeks and a light mustache under his nose. He looked smaller, thinner and somewhat short. He was attractive to you, but you didn't think much of it, considering he was a ghost.

"I know, I know you have a lot of questions, but first thing's first. No, I won't hurt you. If I was going to, I would have a while ago. Second how did I die, I'll explain later. Just please, calm down. I hate to see people so scared,"he started again.

You could barely talk,"O-okay."

You sat on the couch, taking deep breaths, trying to get your heart to slow down. You felt something cold on your shoulder. You looked next to you, seeing his hand on it, chilling you to the bone. You shivered, moving away from him. He frowned and haunched over, saddened from your fear. All he wanted was normal conversation, just for a few minutes.

"Okay,"your voice was shaky,"w-what's your name?"

"My friends called me Jack, but my real name is Sean. Okay, typical question for a scenario like this, so I'm not even going to let you ask. About two years ago, I was abused to death by my parents. I bled out right here, in this house."

Despite the situation, your heart sunk, and you felt sorry for him. You couldn't help but let the frown cover your lips. Then, when you looked back up at him, his skin was scarred and torn, red and ripped raw. Suddenly, you weren't so scared anymore. You finally began to relax.

"Sean,"you started,"I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

He smiled a little,"Hey, I'm okay, there's no need to worry about it."

"So, there isn't a heaven?"your stomach dropped again.

"No, there is,"he perks up,"I just, I miss being alive. Feeling every essence of nature. But heaven, it's beautiful."

His words slurred off, and you caught him gazing at you, just staring. You waved your hands in front of him, then he jolted back,"sorry..."

You giggled at his adorable scratching of the neck, nervously smiling.

"It's okay, Sean,"you smiled warmly.

You were talking to a ghost. You. We're. Talking. To. A. Ghost. But you didn't care. He was cute, and a total sweetheart. His transparent flickers caused you to be able to see right through him sometimes.

*this is gonna take another part ;)*