Living with Dead People (5sos||Vampires)

sixty

*time skip

*Quincy's POV

All I heard was screeching tires, car horns, and shattering glass. My car flipped and I hit my head against the steering wheel. My car landed upside down on the side of the road, but it was hard for me to comprehend anything, my head was throbbing and I began to see black dots. I could feel my head bleeding, and the rest of my body aching. I heard sirens wailing in the distance, and I tried to open my door but it was jammed. I stopped struggling and let myself pass out.

When I woke up, I was in the hospital. But it wasn't the happy scenario when you wake up in a hospital bed surrounded by loving family members, and a doctor who says all your injuries are minor and you can go home soon. When I woke, it was to the sound of a flat-lining heart monitor and the cries of my grandparents as they looked upon their dead grandson. I stood behind them, disoriented and confused, and when I tried to communicate, there was nothing. They couldn't hear me yelling at them, couldn't see me waving, couldn't hear my cries echo. I was devastated, but then again so were they.

"Why am I still here? Am I a ghost? This can't be heaven." I rambled to myself and retreated out of the room where my dead body and grieving grandparents lied.

I ran down the hall and into the elevator. I couldn't push the buttons, my hand just went straight through the wall. I groaned in frustration, luckily a woman in scrubs came in and pushed the button for the lobby. I ran out of the hospital and into the parking lot. It was dark and it looked like it had been raining. People around me shivered, but I didn't feel anything, I wasn't cold. They couldn't see me either.

"What is this?!" I screamed into the open air, frustrated. I remember driving home from the party, and then crashing, and then dying... I guess. And there I was, dead, standing in a vacant parking lot.

"You're a ghost, Quincy." A voice sounded from behind me. I gasped and turned around to face the person. I was met by a tall pale woman with long black hair. She wore a long black coat, and heeled boots.

"Who are you?" I whispered, "What's going on?"

"You're dead, sweetie." She said, in an obvious tone, like a 'duh' statement. "And I'm your reaper, I'm here to guide you. My name's Grace."

"Guide me?"

"Yes, love, to heaven." Grace replied.

"But what if I want to stay, my family they... I have friends, a girlfriend. I want to live." I said.

"Well, Quincy, in my professional opinion, if you wanted to live so badly, you wouldn't have gotten in your car while drunk." Grace said, sounding bitter towards the end of her sentence.

"Drunk?" I questioned. No, this couldn't happen to me. I died in a drunk driving accident. I ran a hand through my hair. "Did I hurt anyone else?"

"Luckily, no one else got severely hurt, physically. You've caused some psychological damage, you see. Your grandparents have outlived their grandchild, your girlfriend will go on without you, as will all your other friends. You've broken some hearts today, Quincy." Grace explained.

"Then why am I going to Heaven?" I asked sadly. Tears began to form in my eyes, I was upset over all the pain that I'd caused, and the fact that I'll never be able to be with all the people I love.

"Love, this is just an accident, granted a big one. But no one else actually got hurt. You've lived a good life, done right by a lot of people, you deserve to be at peace." Grace said soothingly, placing a hand on my shoulder. I sniffled and wiped my eyes.

"What do I need to do?" I asked, ready to accept my fate.

"Just say your goodbyes, and take your time, when you feel you are ready, a door will appear. That's the door to Heaven. If you need my help along the way, just call out my name, I'll be there." She explained, then patted my shoulder.