I looked horrible. I, or my dead body that splattered across the pavement. I was lucky not to be stuck on anything or hit anyone. It was early morning after all, people haven't gone outside just yet. I'm left staring at myself, now dead and everywhere, unsure of how to feel.
Well shit.
That was my first thought. Well, shit. I'm dead now. A part of me felt fuzzy looking at my bashed head. My brain was spilling into the cracks between the pavement tiles and my ripped open body looked like a torn up rag doll of an angry child after his tantrum.
After the awe caused from shock came the reality: but I'm still here.
Why am I here? I should be gone. I should be dead, not staring at my messy remains whilst pondering about what could have been. Suddenly uncomfortable, I fidgeted and planned on leaving.
"Look, another one!"
An exclaim pierced through the thick silence. It echoed through me, and though my physical form wasn't in tact I could still feel the sound pulsating through my ghostly being.
I turned around, met with the eyes of a redhead. She was young, somewhere between 16 and 21, wearing a wrinkly man plaid with spaghetti strap top underneath and a pair of baggy olive jeans. Having my full attention, she grinned, see-through body filtering sunlight in the dusty air.
From behind her poked a head of a boy around her age. He looked rather nonchalant, his dark exterior reflecred almost nothing. Honey eyes glazed for a moment before flicking to the girl, he pursed his lips as if to signal that my presence was trivial to him.
I didn't have the will to be offended. To occupied with the thought of life after death being true, I dumbly stared at the girl expecting guidance.
"Hey, I'm Alexis!"-She grinned at me, feet dangling off the trashcan she sat on. Calmly hopping off, she trotted over to me.
"Don't mind Rubben, he's just shy!"-She cheerily piped when only a few step away from me.-"What's your name?"
I softly told her my name, uncertain whether I should trust her or not.
"You're quite a pretty one! Why d'ya do it?"-She asked airy, reaching to brush my hair away from my face. Taken aback by the sudden skin to skin contact, I flinched.
Her fingers were cold, lacking of the liveliness I expected.
Seeming to know exactly how I was feeling, she retreated.
"Sorry for that! I was just too excited! I know this might sound inappropriate but I'm happy about the thought of a new friend!"
I stayed silent. It was as though I was mute.
"Leave her alone, Alexis!"-Rubben's gruffy voice rang through the air.-"Not everybody died happy like you!"
Her green pupils widened for a second as she took his words in.
"Right, sorry..."-Her voice suddenly was soft.-"I was-
Footfall filled my head. I heard noises, real noises, right from behind me. Whipping my head back, I felt a surge of nauscea soar through me when met with the eyes of my neighbor.
He stared at my dead body, eyes wide. His eyes flicked from the splattered mess to me, filled with shock and disbelief.
His lower lips quivered.
My mouth gaped.
"...You-You are the kid in room 1005, aren't you?"
Unable to process what was going on, I looked for Alexis. She blinked in amusement.
"Oh, you didn't know? It's Hoseokie, our pal!"
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Paper Plane
Fanfiction[T/W: Suicide] A dead girl's spirit too heavy from unresolved issues to leave the world and a man who lost his young daughter for suicide met in an unlikely circumstance. Their stories go on from there.
