Your friendly ghost (a 5SOS fanfic)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

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Kris' POV

The light of the sun shimmers down to me through the window. I slowly opened my eyes and touched my cheeks, knowing there will be dried saliva again. I got up and went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and I see myself, looking a little pale. I laugh; I always look a little pale. I'm a ghost for god's sake.

I brushed my hair with my nails and fixed myself until I look presentable. But even if I'm satisfied with what I look, what's the point? No one can see me. I have no one to impress. I'm invisible to everyone. There is this side where I'm all happy about being a ghost but this other side when I'm lonely. I could try to talk to people, but they'll only fear me. They'll be scared and run away. That's what people has been doing to what they don't want that is there but really are there.

But I'm still looking up. If I find my killer, I could finally rest in peace, right? I found my justice and I can finally sleep peacefully. But until then, I'm stuck. I trot down stairs until I reach the outside of the motel. I didn't even feel bad for not paying the owner for my stay. I'm dead, I have no money.

Australia really has a good weather. I already like my first day in here. I walk again to the streets, looking for what activity I could do today. As I kept walking, I reached a big park.

The birds chirps loudly yet they still sound pleasant to the ears, the sound of bikes being ridden by strangers and the laughter from young children enters my eardrums. I smiled at the beautiful view of the park. I sat down on the grass near a small pond. I brought my knees close to my chin and just relaxed.

I feel my eyes getting watery when the thought about my family came unto my mind. I remember when we used to go to Burnham Park in Baguio, sitting in the grass and eating steamed corn. I miss those days. I miss being alive. Tears started to stream down my face. I bit my lip and just let it gently flow out this time.  What's worse is that... I will never feel love again. I will never feel love again from my family or anyone.

 

 

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Michael's POV

"Do you ever wonder if the star shines out for you," I sang along to the music playing on my phone. I may love music such as different kinds of rock genres, but I admit it, I love Ed's songs too. You gotta love his songs. The lyrics are so well written. They say in writing songs, the writer must feel it. I guess that's what Ed is doing. No one can fully understand his songs except for him. He doesn't make his songs to impress people, he writes it because he wants to.

After the song, I turned off my phone. I opened my old desktop and planned that for the entire day, I'll be playing computer games. The computer turned on and I move the mouse on different positions. I was looking for any familiar icons but there was nothing.

"Mum!"I hollered.

"Yes, honey?" she shouted back from the kitchen.