G H O S T

Chapter-004

Imaginary
Adjective•
Existing only in the imagination.

"Bryce..." A voice reached out to him through the deepest part of his mind. He wasn't dreaming. "Bryce...can you hear me? Bryce?" The voice carried on as if it was trying to wake him up from a nightmare or a bad dream. He didn't budge though, he gave a light groan. "Bryce!" An image of Ryan's bloody face flashed and his blue eyes snapped open only to lock with glassy hazel ones.

At first he didn't register the sight of the dead man staring him right in the eye but when he did he let out a yelp and tried to push himself back into the couch. His heart raced as he blinked multiple times before looking around to see if he was dreaming. "Good morning sunshine." Ryan smirked as he stood upright, hands crossing over his chest. Bryce stared at him with his mouth slightly opened and eyes wide as could be.

This had to be a dream.

Ryan dropped his smirk and waved hand in front of him. "Um, hello? Earth to Bryce?" He called out to the blonde only to have the males left eye twitch in response. "Okay, so. I know you're probably thinking this is a dream or you're batshit crazy or maybe you're just confused as to what's going on–" Bryce interrupted with, "You're dead." Causing Ryan to stop mid sentence and stare at him with a look that read yes-I-see-this before continuing. "Yes I am very dead Bryce. And before you even start with the whole, 'this can't be real' shit imma tell you right now that it is very real. It's not like I've come back to haunt you or anything like that but I did come back because I need your help. Badly."

The blonde's eye twitched as he continued his sentence and then he crossed his arms over his chest. "If he's giving you a second chance he must be pretty stupid. What's with the mouth?" He watched as the brown haired male glared at him before looking away. "Also why can I see and hear you? If you're dead, shouldn't you be invisible or something?" This question caused Ryan to look back at him and give a smirk, "You're pretty smart Brycey poo~ but I was able to connect to you because all of us have the ability to enter ones mind and allow them to speak with us as well as see us. If we plan on staying with them for a while in which I do have that plan."

Bryce didn't say anything as he looked down to his hands that were enclosed together. He at this time he felt afraid of what this man wanted but he didn't want to say anything aloud due to the fact that he didn't want the other to know he was afraid. It was a sign of weakness of anything.

"What're you afraid of?"

His blue eyes jerked from his hands to the ghost in front of him who was now looking concerned. "What?" Bryce nearly choked on his own spit as he asked that question.

"You heard me Bryce. What's on your mind?"

The blonde stayed silent as he looked away from the male to his clock where the time read six thirty. "I have to get to work. We can discuss it there." He said as he pulled the blanket off him and stood to stretch. Ryan watched the male disappear into the bathroom, his glassy hazel eyes flickered in what light was given. The air went thick.

Bryce arrived to work a little late and was greeted by one of the female nurses, her sparkling brown eyes glew whenever she looked at him and a small smile grew on her face. "B-Bryce!" She stumbled out as she waved. The said male never payed much mind to her as he signed in but as he was leaving he turned to her and gave a warm smile, "Good morning Lucy. Could you check on patient two-nine-zero? I think they need their status report. Whenever you finish come to me with the information you have collected." She simply nodded and watched him walk off.

Ryan eyed her cautiously before following the blonde into his office. The room was decorated nicely with the typical black leather chair and red curtains to give it that calming mood. He could only imagine the smell as his eyes fell upon a candle labeled Honey Fragrance.

"Alright mister Wrecker." Bryce said, plopping in his seat. "Tell me what you want."