Chapter 30
Crying
I was sitting on a bed, crying. Tears run down the cheeks of a ghost just like on a person. Soon my face felt wet. Daith didn’t come after me, but I could hear his voice. It sounded like he was making a cell phone call.
The room was decorated on sharp modern blacks and whites. It was so busy with black and white that it was almost hard to see the bed against the floor, or the dresser against the wall. Everything blended together in a surreal picture of colors fooling the eye into not seeing shapes.
I looked at my legs. They were clearly visible to me. My flesh tones made me still look alive to me. It was only when I went to touch something and my hand or leg went through it that the world didn’t make sense. I didn’t like being a ghost. I couldn’t understand the rules of this next world.
I wondered if Daith would see me now, or if I had just appeared in the living room for a short time.
“I’m going to tell on you.” It was the high-pitched voice. Eduardo.
I didn’t say anything. I still felt like crying. Evil was here. I was all upset about Daith. Now Eduardo was here, gloating and promising to tell on me.
“I’m telling. I’m telling. I’m telling.” Eduardo’s evil voice both grated on my mind and terrified me, deep down.
I put my hand over my ears, and cried harder. It was worse being dead than alive. At least then I had something to work toward. Now I only had hatred from my dream man and taunting from evil. I wanted to die. But I was already dead.

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The Almost Rock Star (A Ghost Story) (DRAFT)
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