Take Another Step Forward

~I see dead people~ (Part 1)

Y/n's POV

My alarm starts going off to the song My Shot from Alexander Hamilton. I roll over still under my sheets. Hiding from the sun that was happily shining out from my duck tape​ covered window.

"Ugh!?" I spit out. I get up walking to my dresser. After getting dressed I ran downstairs my stomach full of butterflies. The thought of seeing Jonathan's dead body made my skin crawl. But he was my cousin after all? We use to be close when we were younger. But he did always say my hobbies where wired. I'm kinda like a Witch. But my mother doesn't like dark magic in the house so I go to the park.

I walk into the kitchen and see my parents in their normal melancholy routines. My father slowly flipping through the newspaper acting as if he cares about what it says when he's really just skipping to the back for the cross word puzzle. And my sweet mother. She use to be like a Greek goddess, she would sing and make pancakes and was always happy. Now I'm lucky enough if she gives a small smirk when she's on her pills. Depression am I right? It's a bitch. "Ah honey! I didn't see you. It's time to go we don't want to make Jonathan mad we're late!" My father chuckles as he grabbed his coffee mug. My mother slaps his arm making him jump. "Too soon?" He asks looking back at her only giving her a glance. "yes." She says in a flat tone. I use to love listening to the melody of her voice now it has no melody. Sometimes her voice will get a little harsh but that's it. My mother and father get in the car and we sit in silence, I play with the ends of my hair looking out the window. Cars past by at lighting speed. And the trees we pass look beautiful. Fall was just starting to end so as we pasted those over sized trees that blocked the sun from hitting the streets of my neighborhood it was like I was in a dream. The cold world outside as for once I felt not apart of it. I feel like I'm flouting like this is a dream. A cozy dream. With camp fires and hot chocolate. With a big blanket. That's what it was like when I was younger. Before my mother saw what my father was doing that night. I remember it like it was yesterday.

My mother and I had just gotten back from the grocery store I was hopped up on sugar and was helping her put the bags on the cold brand new marble top counter. She would look down at that counter and look at her reflection and give herself a warm smile. As if her reflection could smile back. We were still packing things up for our family camping trip. Every year when fall was starting to fade into winter we would pack a few blankets, some hot chocolate, and sit around a camp fire in god knows where? I was little so to me that big Forest my father took us to every year was like some kind of magical place.

As I stuffed another marshmallow into my mouth my mother heard a small crash come from up stairs. She looked up and I could see she was afraid. I couldn't say anything because my mouth was full of marshmallow but even if I could've talk I don't think anything I would've said would help for what was about to happen. She looked down at me and said, "Honey. I need you to go into the coat closet and I need you to set in their and? Here read one of your magic books! Just don't come out of that closet." She gave me my book on witches and walked me over to the closet. After she closed the door I pushed the book to the side and put my ear up against the door.

She slowly walked up the stairs and I started to hear her crying and she said-

"Y/n! Where here. Get out it's time to see your dead cousin!" Oh well? The rest of the story will have to wait? "Coming mother!" I walk up the steps into the church. Jonathan's mother always was very religious. I see her crying in the corner. My mother rushes to her side and rubs her back. My father on the hand grabs a ripped pice of paper out of his pocket. As he scribbles on the paper I scrunch my eyes close and see little words on the back of the paper its then when I notice that he had ripped out the cross word puzzle from the newspaper only to do it here at Jonathan's funeral.

A few minutes later it's my turn to see him. I look down at him. I reach out for his hand and gasp a little under my breath. He was cold like ice which I guess I should've intespeated?? I mean? He's dead. I pull his arm sleeve up a little and see wrapping covering his arm. I peal a little off and see a some deep cuts. He must've been going through something serious?? "No. No I wasn't." I gasp and turn around to see Jonathan standing there but also dead lying in his death bed?! "Wha!? Jonathan? I-its you!? Oh no? I've gone mad haven't I!?" I say tugging on my black hoodies sleeves bring my arms close to my chest. "No your not going mad Y/n! Your fine. You just have a gift? I guess? Very exciting I know." He says sarcastically, "It is you!" I smile trying not to be stupid and try to hug him. I'm guessing he's a ghost of some kind? "So? This is my funeral? More people then I thought?... Ah give me a second please." He floats over to the corner of the room and I see him talking to someone. A guy in a purple skirt on with jeans underneath? Well who am I to judge this random ghosts fashion taste? He also had a think hat on? I guess because its getting cold maybe? I can't tell if Jonathan is mad but in a blink of an eyes the both of them are gone?

"Honey! Will you keep the line moving? The old people don't like standing around for that long?!" My father says to me, "Wha? what was I doing?" I panic hoping I wasn't just talking to myself? "You where just standing there mumbling? Now come on. Lets get a move on!" He smiles pushing me over to my mother. She looked like she had been crying. She then looked at me with a blank face, "We should get going. It's getting late." My mother and father say their last good byes and I look down once more at Jonathan. It's weird seeing him all dressed up? Let alone dead?? But he would always wear his gray sweater and jeans? This just doesn't look like him? My father puts his hand on my shoulder and I jump a little, "Jonathan!?" I jump spinning around to see my father looking at me like I'm crazy. I can't blame him? "Honey are you okay?" He smiles with worry in his eyes. "Oh yes I'm fine. It's just weird seeing someone you grew up with dead I guess? It's not fair is it? How someone in just a second could stop living?" I sigh resting my hands on Jonathan's. "Well? Some people like to think when you die you come back as someone else? Some like to believe theres some big kingdom in the sky? Honey we don't know which is true we just have to remember all the good times we had with him and he will live on in out hearts." He warmly smiles looking down at me and Jonathan. "Dad!? *Chuckles* Where the hell did you get that cheesy crap!?" I chuckle out trying not to be too loud since we are at a funeral. "*Scoffs* Well what do you believe then?" He says with sass. "Well? Uh? I like to believe in ghost? And that if you have unfinished business then you stay here but only few can see you? And if not then you go into whatever after life you believe in?" I try to explain as best I can. "I suppose that could be true? Just don't tell your mother that!" He laughs loud the whole church looks over at him practically shooting darts at him. My mother stomps over and dragged us to the car.

The whole car ride home I look out the window again. The image of Jonathan stuck in my head? It's not heart breaking? But soothing in a way? I'm trying my best to gloss over the fact I saw and talked to his ghost? Maybe it is a gift? Or some kind of bad luck? I'll just have to wait and see? All I want to do right now is sleep?

~Meanwhile in hell~

Sock's POV

"JONATHAN! Don't ignore me!?" I spat at him as he alphabetize​ the Hall of Crippling Phobias he sighed and looked at me with a sluggish stare. "...What do you want?" He says pulling out more files and running his pale fingers over the papers. "More info? How am I supposed to get Y/N to kill herself if all I have is some small stuff about her?" I smile as I rub the back of my neck and he gave me a death glare but his eyes where glossy like he was gonna cry? God?! How am I suppose to do my job?!

A/N:
So? That's my first chapter and it's not very good? But this book is for:
l_l_imhuman_l_l sorry I took so long to put it up!
Love~
Bella