Fading Away

Chapter Two

After I finished my meal and went upstairs. I stood in front of my door, staring at the door knob. I almost hesitated to open the door because I was afraid of what's on the other side waiting for me. I rolled my eyes and opened the door to nobody.

Okay. He's gone. Maybe I was hallucinating.

I stripped off my clothes and was left in my bra and underwear. I walked into the closet and just stared at the clothes in front of me. I grabbed my Rolling Stones black tee and my grey pajama shorts.

When I turned my head to look at the mirror, I saw Evan behind me, smirking. I almost screamed but I didn't want Lia to run upstairs thinking I'm a lunatic or something . I covered my body with the bed sheets.

"Dude, what the hell?!" I yelled. "I loved the show." he said with a wink. Ugh. "Get out of my room!" I demanded. "Fine, fine sorry." he said with his hands up in surrender. He walked right through the door and chuckled.

I honestly don't understand why I'm not waking up right now. This feels like a strange dream. I put on my clothes and looked under my bed and saw my guitar.

Maybe this will take my mind off of what just happened. I strummed my guitar and started playing Pumped Up Kicks. I closed my eyes and started singing to the song.

   All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you better run, you better run. Out run my gun.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, you better run. Out run my bullet...

  I continue strumming and opened my eyes to find Evan staring at me. He was sitting in a chair in front of me. "Can I help you Casper?" I said with a fake smile. "Mm, funny." he said with a frown. "You have a lovely voice." he looked at my guitar. "Thanks, so um-" "Listen, here's the rule,don't ask me how I died, what so ever. Got it?" he said raising his brows. I nodded and put my guitar back into it's case.

"Are you at least going to tell me something about you?" I asked. "What do you wanna know?" " Um, how old are you?" " I'm twenty years old." he said.

I wanted to ask him why he was stuck in my aunt's house, but that would lead to me asking how he died. " Tell me something about you." he said. I ran my fingers through my hair. " Well, I'm like a firecracker. You light me up, and I will explode."

"You're interesting Mila." "What do you mean by that?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "You're different from anyone I've ever met." "How so?" "Well you seem to be that type of girl who doesn't care about what people think. I like that."

I layed upside down on my bed and looked at the ceiling. "Well, I find not caring about anything will bring happiness. If you care too much, you end up getting hurt." He layed beside me and looked at me. "Is that really how you see it?" he raised his brows. I shrugged and put my hands on my stomach.

  "This world is full of monsters with friendly faces. I'm never really sure on who I can trust anymore." I said.

  We layed there for a while, until I got tired and told him I was going to sleep. I wondered how he felt, just being dead and not being able to things that he used to do.

  He was different. Different from anyone I've ever met.