GhostBoy

Smile

"I think you and your brother are hitting off real well!" My brother smiled at me as he floated around my room, never letting his feet touch the floor and never pausing his movement.

He was so happy and excited for some reason and I couldn't understand why.

"Walker, what's up with you?" But I couldn't keep the amusement off my face as I sat down on my bed, pulling the sheets around me.

Walker smiled down at me as he put his feet down on the ceiling, so that he was facing me upside down, "I'm just really happy Audrey." And he was grinning as he said it, a bright white smile to match the tone of his body.

"Why are you so happy? Nothing happened to you while I was gone did it?" I asked him quietly, watching as Walker rolled his eyes.

"I'm happy because I get to see you with a smile on your face Audrey."I looked up at him in puzzlement as he gently floated back to the ground, right side up. His smile wasn't as big as it was before, but it seemed less excited and more joyful. He softly chuckled, sitting down beside me, crossing one leg over the other as he put his elbows on his knees.

"It's been years since I've talked to anyone Audrey, and the fact that I can make you smile despite what you're going through," He closed his eyes, resting his chin on top of his hands, "That makes me feel really special."

I sighed contently, laying back on my bed and soon found Walker following my example and laying directly beside me.

I was looking up at my ceiling, noticing the glow in the dark stars that I had forgotten to taken off my ceiling. They were small, dotting my ceiling. It reminded me of what the real night sky looked like where we lived. The light pollution in this city is so much that you could only see a few of the stars that were actually in the night sky.

I remembered when Walt and I when we were younger, we would sit on his roof and look at the stars where you could see them so much better in that town than this city. You could see stars swirling like waves in the ocean. Walt would point out what these stars made in his mind. We would laugh and enjoy our time on that roof, pointing out that the stars made a constellation that looked like his mom when she's mad.

Walt.....

The tears almost flowed again.

I had to stop thinking about him and the great memories we had as kids. It would only make me think how much he betrayed me in the end.

My right cheek suddenly felt so cold I burst out of my daydreaming, turning to see Walker with his hand against my cheek, his hand flickering in visibility. He smiled softly at me when he saw me looking at them before he put his hand back at his side. 

I closed my eyes briefly, forcing the thoughts of Walt to exit out of my head.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw Walker extending his arm above him as he was flexing his fingers. His figure was flickering between invisible and translucent and then there was a period where I thought I couldn't see through him.

But when I blinked I was able to see through him once more.

It was just my mind playing tricks on me.

"So Walker....." I said softly.

"Hmm?"

I looked towards him to see his gaze on me. I smiled before averting my gaze, "What did you think of Miles?"

Walker shuddered softly, shaking his head, "That guy honestly scares me. Even though i'm practically invincible because everything passes through me, I feel like if I piss him off he has a way to make me pay for it and I'll become a Walker pancake."

"Well, everything seems to piss him off in my opinion."

"My point exactly," Walker sighed, looking at me, "But I actually think that if I say the right things he can actually help me."

"What do you mean he can actually help you?" I knit my eyebrows in confusion, turning on my side to face him.

"If he knows so much about ghosts and he can actually see me, he probably knows how I can get out of my ghost form," He smiled, chuckling softly.

I paused at that thought.

He probably knows how I can get out of my ghost form.....

I felt like a rod was jabbing through my heart.

Does that mean that he might not be here anymore? That he's going to leave?

I then cursed myself, shaking myself out of that illusion.

Walker has been struggling, being an outcast in the world of the living when he's dead. He has every right to find a way out of his ghost body and to move on to the other side. Whether for him that's heaven, hell, or any other place.

I shouldn't be hoping that he doesn't find a way back.

Why was I being so selfish?

"Hey Audrey?"

Once more I snapped out of my own thoughts to find Walker staring at me. He was sitting up on the bed now, looking down at me laying beside him.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly, raising an eyebrow in concern.

I nodded my head, giving him a small smile to show him that I was fine.

I then asked myself a question that I had been asking myself a lot lately. It was a question I still didn't have an answer to and I couldn't ask Walker.

Why does he care about me so much? Why does he care when I'm happy or not when he has his own issues to worry about?

As if he read my mind he gave me that smile of his that I recognized as only his. The way he smiled, no one else could copy how meaningful and how honest he expressed his values.

Walker, the ghost boy, that found a way into my very existence.

Thank you.