Mason's eyes widen, He wasn't sure if it was a joke or he was just high off of no sleep. This.. guy was dead?
"So uh... You mean to tell me your a dead.. person? Like a ghost or somethin'?" Mason looked at the handsome man next to him, Blinking twice in confused
"I dont really know but I know I'm dead and you shouldn't be able to see me." The young man stated, Lightly shrugging his shoulders
"So.. I can talk to ghosts? Either your messing with me or I really am insane.." Mason looked around to the many different people looking at him with questionable looks. Mason shrunk in his seat.
"If you dont believe me-" The Young man quickly turned to the side and dug into his man purse, pulled out an article for today's news. "-ah here we are." The young man handed it to Mason, Who had a very confused look on his face.
The heading read Man stabbed 29 times and body mutilated and sodomized. a identical picture of the young man was given below. Mason stared in horrer, Looking at the young man and back at the newspaper
"I'm insane.. I can talk to ghosts... I'm so insane I flirted with a ghost.." Mason couldn't comprehend what was happening, He knew he shouldn't have left his house
Mason stood up and looked at the young man "If you'll excuse me" Mason walked over to the emergency stop bottom and slammed his hand on it, which caused the train to screech to a slow stop. He then stepped off the train, Not knowing or caring where he was.
"W-Wait! Don't leave, your the only person who can see me!" The young man said in almost pleading voice, his eyes wide in somewhat distress. The young man grabbed his things and followed Mason out of the train
Mason felt shivers down his spine. Ghosts? A Ghost. There was no way he was seeing what he was seeing. Why did God to this to him now? Death, Yes death would be a lot better than the power to look even more like a weirdo than he already was
The young man ran up next to him "Hey! Are you gonna pretend I don't exist now? Thats extremely rude. If a ghost was talking to me and their killer hadn't been discovered yet I would listen." The young man spoke again somewhat agitated. Mason groaned, Not from annoyence but from nervousness.
He wanted no part in this 'Find the ghosts killer and stop him so no one else will get killed and the ghost will be freed' shit, He wanted to go home and drown his worries in painkillers, Anti depressants, and sleep
"Okay! Listen, I'm not gonna pretend you don't exist. But, I have no intention on helping you find your killer, I could careless if all these people went to hell and if your a ghost, Can't you just.. do whatever the fuck you want to?"
Mason stood in front of the young man with a pleading face, Wishing he really hadn't left his house. "I'm sorry, Really really sorry but.. I don't want to help you? Your free to follow me around and haunt me till the day I die if that makes you hard but I don't have a bone in my body that is screaming 'Help this person'"
"And I dont have a bone in my body that isn't screaming 'Fuck You' and I'll just follow you around all day and make you look like a idiot." The young man said, crossing his arms and floating alongside the man.
Mason sighed deeply "I said I was sorry.." Mason headed towards his home, which would be a long walk from now
Mason had his hands in his pocket, Scarf cutely placed over his mouth. The normal red tint was across his head, showing how the cold was now getting to him
The young man was floating boredly next to Mason, Groaning at how long they had been walking.
"Dude, Are we there yet?"
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Erased {An OC Fan-Fiction}
FanfictionOne boy who's death came a little bit too early And the other who's death won't come soon enough What would happen if their paths meet?
