I simply laughed at Jennie, she's dead. How can she even feel any pain?
"Lisa... I'm....not....joking.....god.....dammit!" She yells in frustration and pain.
I quickly sit next to her and pull her dress.
Her stomach had a really deep scratch right above her belly button, like it was carved on her stomach.
"Jennie, you said you can't feel any-"
"THAT'S NOT THE PROBLEM HERE!" I sigh and grab my first aid kit.
I last used it when I cut myself back when Jennie died, she stopped me.
I gently laid her down,
"Take of your dress"
"HUH?" She instantly gawks over at me.
"TAKE OF YOUR DRESS CASPER THE GHOST I HAVE TO PUT PLASTERS OVER YOUR SCRATCH!" She gulps and nods.
Taking her dress off, uncomfortable written all over her face.
Now she was lying there, in her....bra?
My cheeks heat up, snap out of it Lisa. She's in pain.
I quickly searched for the plaster and gently place it on her stomach.
She groans and winces but that's not the case.
HOW CAN A GHOST HAVE PERFECTLY TONED ABS?
"How much did you work out when you were alive?" She stares at me with a blank face.
"I'll give you bland answers don't test me. I'm in pain!" She said and holds onto her stomach and groans, throwing her head back.
I sigh,
"Wanna go to the hospital?" I cheekily ask.
"Yeah right" she mutters and turns her back on me.
I chuckle and turn her towards me.
Jennie Kim
My mind is being too delusional. I feel like I'm in the middle of a twisted situation.
I'm definitely a ghost and love myself as a ghost.
I get to be around Lisa, experience new things with her.
If I am a human, I wouldn't be here right?
The realization hit me, I can just check.
I shift my gaze towards Lisa, who was peacefully working on her computer.
"Lisa?" I call her out and she hums in response.
Her features are all really elegant but her hottest feature is her legs.
I manage to rest my back against the bed frame.
"You need anything?" Lisa asks, her concentration still on her work.
"Yeah...a mirror" she laughs and looks at me with her puffy eyes probably because of her being immersed in her damn work.
"You don't have a reflection Jennie"
"Just please give me a mirror"
She furrows her eyebrows and then sighs, walking to her closet and pulling out a mirror.
She hands it over,
No luck.
I sighed and put it aside.
"What's wrong?" She asks with a hint of concern in her tone.
"Nothing" I mumble and lay down, hoping there would be a good outcome of this whole thing.
