Phan One Shots

Ghost

TW: I guess character death, but it's okay because it isn't sad for long. You'll see if you read.

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Phil's POV

1st September 2015,

I slipped through the bricked wall into my old university room, nothing has changed for years; the beds are the same, so are the cupboards and even the bathroom hasn't been replaced, but it's home for me. Always will be, because I can't leave. I watch new people come in and I get to see their lives from a different perspective. A perspective that would probably freak them out if they knew, but luckily they don't.

It was the 31st of July 1990, the sun was shining brightly and I as usual was in my room packing to go home, just like I had done for the past three years, but this time I was going home for good. I had finally finished my course and was ready to go off into the real world and live. My parents were going to pick me up that afternoon and I couldn't wait to say goodbye to this hell hole; the only part I would of missed was living next door to Pj, who had been my best mate for them three years and hopefully would have been for the rest of my life. We got on really well, had the same classes, were the same age and were into the same stuff, like anime.

However, on my way out, I could see my parents in the distance standing by their car, waving at me with huge, permanent smiles on their faces and I will never forget the way their smiles faded and their eyes clouded over with fear and dread. I could hear the horn coming from my right, but I was frozen, my feet were glued to the floor and I could see Pj stood in the road staring at the truck. He promised me he wouldn't.

Before I knew it, my feet were sprinting towards my best mate, who was stood in the middle of the road awaiting the death he craved so much and just as I reached him I only had time to shove him to the grass opposite. His green eyes bore into mine and within them couple of seconds so much emotion was shared between me and my green eyes friend. I remember the pain vividly. I remember the instant impact of the van on my chest, the sharp snapping of my bones, the tearing of my limbs, but mostly I remember the screams of my mother. The high pitched shrill still rings through my ears and I just want to see her one last time, because that was the last time I ever saw her, but every time I go past the schools gate I wander straight back into the opposite side of the school. Im prisoned here. No way out and I'm going to have to be here for the rest of time, just watching - alone.

I can't tell you what happened after that day, as I don't know myself. It went black as soon as I arrived in hospital and then the next thing I know I'm back here, laying in my bed fully clothed in black jeans and a checkered shirt. I don't sweat, so I don't need to change, but I'm bored of the same stuff day in day out, plus I can't sleep, because a dead soul doesn't need sleep. It's pretty shit to be honest - I don't recommend it.

My days are extremely dull and yet again another boring student was going to come and inhabit my room for another couple of years, probably drinking every night, having girls over and just partying - like every other student.

I laid back on my bed with my foot resting on my knee and my arms behind my head, keeping my eyes on the door. It eventually peels open, revealing a brunette boy, with brown, cinnamon like eyes and a floppy hair cut, which practically covered his eyes, like mine. He nervously glances around the room, where his eyes lay on the bed for a while, studying it like it was the scariest thing in the world.

I step off of the bed and walk behind the boy, watching him un pack his bags, before flopping out across mine - his - bed and plugging in his earphones. I lean over his shoulder, to see that he's listening to muse, I let out a manly squeal; he likes muse! I haven't had anyone who likes muse in here yet.