What I Do For A Living (MCR Fanfic)

Afterlife

And so I sat at the foot of my unconscious friend's bed, trying to take short, slow breaths at a time, since I just recently, and mysteriously, lost it and regained it.

I want to check on my best friend as he lays like a dummy on the carpeted floor.

But there's something making me cower to the corner of the room.

It's on the wall.

A black hole small enough for a bunny to jump into appeared on Jude's cream-white wall. The essence of it was swirling counterclockwise,and it had a little mix of grey and white. I am not too sure if it had been there for long; out of my adrenalin rush, I just noticed it now.

It's horrifying, and if you listen intently and be silent enough to hear your own breathing,you can hear moans of people in pain,it drains all the color from you.

It was so depressing, it made me feel sadder than usual.

This day is so fucked up, I sat at the foot of Jude's bed as a thought shouted itself to me...

Does this have anything to do with Jude's suicide attempt?

I am not going to waste another moment wondering; I hopped from my position and swiped Jude's body towards me to join my hiding activity.

I held him close as I shook, watching the strange thing on the wall.

"Don't bother doing anything, he's gone," I heard a voice say, and I was sure it was not from my best friend.

It was a deep voice, that of a man, and it wasn't comforting in the least. It only added to the factors as to why this day is fucking wrong.

I hold Jude closer.

The voice seemed to be coming from the portal-like thing. A bony leg with streaks of flesh stretched out from the hole, followed by a bony arm covered in shabby black clothes. The arm clung onto the wall where the portal was attached to, as the thing assisted the rest of his body.

Another leg, another arm.

And this time, a head.

He was covered in a hood, like that of the stereotypical grim ripper you probably watched as a kid in cartoons. But he wasn't at all friendly looking, or accompanied by a certain dumb-ass boy and a bitchy blonde.

And to complete the get-up, what should have been a scythe in his rotting hands was a transparent version of Jude's head, just as I had found him, with his eyes bulging, mouth slightly open with his tongue out.

His green eyes had a little trace of tears. I am sure those were tears. They were too glossy to be mistaken as anything else.

It was a slight let-down that Jude may not make it. I checked his pulse, breathing, and poked him on that secret part of his belly like we used to. He really wouldn't budge at all.

I looked back at the replica of Jude's head, this time, I can feel tears on my own face too.

He really is gone, on his birthday, and on his family's death anniversary.

The head disappeared, and I came face to face with the creature's presence. The hood covering his head covered him pretty well, though it seemed torn and old. I didn't see his face, but by the look of his bony limbs and rotting skin, if someone offered a millions bucks for me to take a look at the face, I'd be nah, I'd rather blow a donkey.

I can feel him stare down on me from the dark void, that is, his face. His eyes are obscure, but I am sure they are fixed on me.

Who is he, and what is he doing here? I'm a shitty friend, but I'm sure Jude doesn't befriend shitty-faced people. There was a difference.