Paranormal Disease V2

Chapter 3

Roy's POV

Huffing, I blow the blonde strands of silky hair out of my face, "Why wont she wake up?" I mumbled under my breathe, as I stared at the redhead before me.

The boy shrugged, as he got up and walked out of the room, with a long sigh. I sat down at the window, as I stared out at the snow. It's been snowing ever since the girl, and boy got here.

Well since they could notice me anyway. For years I've tried to get Cherry's attention, but she never saw me. I pieced it together, shortly ago. I realized that I've died somehow, yet I'm still breathing. As confusing as it is, life is life, and it always will find a way to blind side you.

I died in 1983, I was ten, and I still am. I was run over by car, all I rememeber was pain, then peace. I remember the cries of my mom, hunched over my still body, weaping over her dead child, she's dead now. The people who come in here, they leave almost as soon as they came, for no reason. Cherry stayed, she never screamed in terror when she heard me coming.

Cherry rolled over, as she groaned slightly, as her eyes blinked open. "Hello." I send her a quick smile, she squints, as she stares at me. "Roy," I put out my hand, as she sits up in the bed, quickly wrapping the brown sweater around her.

"Cherry." She takes my hand, as she shakes it, "I know, I've watched you everyday." I stop smiling, as I realize how creepy that sounded, "You're dead Cherry, thats the only reason you can see me, I'm dead as well. As weird as it sounds, your boyfriend is dead too." I say fast, as I sniff slightly.

Allergies.

She blushed, then in a second stopped, as the boy walked into the room, sitting in the corner seat of the window.

Silence filled the air, as I looked around and whistled loudly, "I'm so confused, we're all dead? Seriously.. it's not possible, we're all breathing, thinking.." She trailed off, as she stared down at the white blankets, "I've been dead for more than 20 years." I replied to her, as I sat on the bed, next to her. "I used to live here, well, I consider myself as still living here, just, nobody alive knew I was here, besides now and then you would hear the toys I was playing with, and freak out, you're jumpy." I grinned widely, allowing dimples to show.

"They sound like some murderer coming around to kill everybody." She rolled her eyes, scratching her jawline.

"It sounded like the neighbors. Cher." The boy leaned back on the wall, chuckling. "The neighbors didn't live there."

"I don't get it, why are we dead, but nobody else who died here is shown." Cherry questioned, raising her eyebrows.

"And how did I die? I mean.. Alex was shot, I only got hit in the head." She got up out of the bed, as she pulled pants and a shirt out of the dresser, before leaving the room.

"She died of brain damage. I heard her parents talking about it," Alex looked down at the ground, as I dangled my feet over the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. "I'm sorry you guys died so young." I say with a frown, as he looks up at me, "How old are you?"

"Ten."

"We didn't die young, you died young." He shrugged, as he continued to look down at the ground, "Have you noticed ever since you, well got shot, the snow has been coming down faster? It's been so perfect out, and now it's just.." I stopped talking, as I let out a long sigh.

Cherry's POV

I sat in the bathroom, head in hands, "It's."

"Not."

"Possible." I repeated to myself, as I pulled myself up from the position, grunting slightly, I open the mirror, pulling a tiny little box out. Sucking my breath in, I pull out a razor, it shines gracefully in the sunlight.

I took off my sweater, and sat on the edge of the tub, "You promised," That tiny part of my brain told me, as I shook it off. "Well I'm dead." I whispered to myself, as I stared down at the razor, "You promised." it repeated itself, over, and over in my head.

Shaking my head again, I press the razor down on the inside of my arm, pulling it down fast, a rush of pain goes through my arm, as blood pours out quickly, "Death doesn't come if you're dead." I whispered to myself again, as I stare at the cut, then back at the blood razor. "Death doesn't come if you're dead." I repeated, as tears fell down my cheeks again.