My best friends a ghost

Dreams vs Reality

Same damn routine. Boring, annoying alarm clock. Work with Tom for a few hours. Have tea or coffee with Shinra once in awhile. Bike rides with Celty. But this day was truely miserable. The same nightmares or dreams not sure between the two, they were a blissful reality. Shizuo hit the alarm clock getting it to shut up. He rolled out of bed and looked at himself in the mirror of his bathroom brushing his teeth. His skin a little paler, eyes more tired. The stress was taking over him. He was loosing the battle. He hasn't even smoked for two weeks remembering Izaya said it smelled bad. Or maybe that wasnt real.... But maybe it was more of the dreadful coughing noise he made that made his spine freeze when it ran in his ears. Perhaps that wasn't real... Or a flash back to the day Izaya got shot.... A memory. Whatever it was it scared me. Where even was Izaya. He hasn't seem him in two weeks. That's right the last time he Saw him we got into a fight. Or maybe that was a dream to. Sleep from reality is there a difference? When your brain is melting in stress and you can't think like you normally do. Even Tom said your a mess. Maybe not the harsh but you knew what he meant. He was right to begin with. What's happening to you. Is it because you love Izaya or is it because you hate him? That accident happens almost a year ago, maybe it was a year or longer than that, yet I see him and chase him around every time I close my eyes. Its like I get him all to myself. Ikebukuro is kinda lost without him. Sure its a better place, more peaceful. But is it really? The gangs killed two cops last week. News won't shut up about it. Things are out of control and unbalanced.  And geting worse. Maube he was good for something. Whats was he hiding, all this time. Was it true, despite the annoying illusion of the black hair brat. Maybe he did keep peace around here making it look more like chaos. I bet that could have been prevented the deaths of those police. I had to move twice in the last month to stay out of " the bad side of town." Shizuo spit in the sink then washed his face. It didn't change still the same tired look of dissapointment and self destruction. Shinra told him he needed more sleep. Clety said he needed to get out more and woukd often oick him up to hang out. He found himself with the day off now walking to Shinra house. Then there is me, my own mess. I told him i hated him, but did I really or was I just angry. The town seems to have more vending machines and signs. Good they fixed up the place. Shizuo grumbled at the large amount of graffiti that painted the town. Just one big gang Ikebukuro has become. What even is this town?   Shizuo's hands shoved in his bar tender pockets. Well one hand that is. Other one had a tight grip on a particular black fur rimmed jacket slung over his shoulder. Its as if the very soul there still haunts me. It was as if Izaya was still in it. His ghost of a soul still lingers there. He knocked on Shinras door who flung it open excitedly. He had a flash back waking up to see Izaya sleeping in his bed on his chest, the very thought made him smile. But in reality it was just the lonely jacket that acted like a unforgettable memory or a safety blanket giving him sanity and peace. Oh onky if Izaya saw him knkw, he qoukd probably laugh or make fun. for Shizuo the great monster himself had finally snapped.

" good after noon Shizuo!!! Did you sleep?" Shinra asked welcoming him inside.

"Actually ya. I only got up a few hours ago. Oh and I  brought the fleas jacket again. Still smells like blood but I was wondering if you could wash it again." Shizuo asked as Shinra who took the jacket sadly.

" Yes I'll see what I can do. Shizuo what time did you go to bed last night?" Shinra asked scrubbing Landry soap over the blood stains.

"12 but I had the same dreams and woke up at 3 then fell back asleep and here I am. So over all maybe 10 hours of sleep which is better than 4 so guess my body finally gave up." Shizuo responded making a pot of coffee.

" You can't keep doing this Shizuo." Shinra said sadly.

"I know but he will come back I know it.... Besides it like his soul haunts me." Shizuo said.

Shinra face lit up as he hit his head with the palm of his hand remembering important news.

"Haha Shizuo the heart transplant was a success so he will live. They kept loosing him and I had him moved to a few hospitals because of the fatal wounds. He looks more dead than last time. Come on get the coffee to go. Were leaving." Shinra said as he marched for the door.

"Shinra you idiot!! Why do you tell me nothing important like that!" Shizuo yelled spitting coffee at the new kind of crazy news.

Shinra ignored him and headed for the car and Shizuo followed reluctantly he had his coffee drinking it in the car to fight sleep. He figured out the less he got the less he saw Izaya's soul or ghost... Whatever it  was. He was to tired to care. Shinra dragged him  into the hospital as they took the elevator to the top floor and went to a fancy room. The place was like a hotel almost.. Just a very depressing one. The room was big "family" visitors could stay as long as they wanted. Finally Shizuo knew where he was now. He dropped the coffee cup looking at the bed. There he was..... His Flea

"Is this reality or a dream?" Shizuo asked. "Maybe I'm dead."

" Well they did have to keep you from him. Because of your history. He is pretty messed up after all of this. They tell me he will never wake up but maybe he is just waiting for you." Shinra said.

Shizuo sat in the chair next to Izayas bed exhausted. His eyes so tired he fought to keep them open. He took Izayas hand in his Shinra was surprised to see Shizuo acting like this. His warm hands holding Izayas small cold one. He was so boney and looked like a corpse all those machines hooked up to him. Needles and tubes ,blood bag, breathing equipment. Made Shizuo sick to see the tube shoved down Izayas throat.

"Izaya you stubborn bastard." Shizuo whispered smiling.