Ghost Boy (S.M)

three

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When I wake up, I'm not sure where I am. It takes me a second to process my surroundings. I'm laying in my bed, neatly under the covers. "How are you feeling?" A sweet voice asks me. I look over to see my mother standing there worryingly. The sight of her brings me to tears, although I can't remember why. Im safe now, I think. 

"What happened?" I ask her, attempting to sit up.

"I should be asking you that question." She smiles, feeling my forehead for a fever. "Sammy found you laying in the hallway. You really freaked us out, babe."

I start to backtrack everything I could remember, then it hits me. My heart drops. In my mind I can see the faceless figure standing next to me.

"I made sure everything was alright." My mom continued. "You should be fine. But if you feel anything out of the ordinary, let me know. Okay?"

I nod. I'm not sure I should tell her about the terrifying things I've seen. My mom is a Doctor, not a psychologist. Besides with the stress of the move I didn't want her worrying about my mental health and physical, so I think it's best to keep my delusions to myself.

"I will." I swallowed.

"Alright." She brushed my hair behind my ear. "As long as you feel alright, I'm going to hit the hay. Please don't get on your phone and stay up all night, you need lots of rest after what happened."

"I won't."

She kisses my forehead. "Good girl. Goodnight and I love you."

"Love you too."

She picks up her doctor bag and starts to leave the room. I don't exactly want to be alone but I don't want to ask her to stay either. "Want the light off?" She asked.

"No." I say a bit quickly. I take a deep breath and continue, "I'll turn it off in a minute."

She gives me one last smile before shutting the door.

I listen to her footsteps, walking along the creaky wood, before there is nothing else to hear but the rain. I stare around at my room, I'm not sure what to do now. I won't be able to sleep after what had happened.

I haven't been scared of the dark since I was a child. I remember when I used to get scared I would turn on disney channel until I felt better. I wonder if I should get on Netflix and watch something random or maybe I should search what causes people to have traumatic hallucinations. "You've finally lost it." I sigh to myself, falling face down onto my bed.

When I sit back up, I gasp and my eyes become the size of golfballs. The man is back, leaning on the wall. Well, a boy. I'm frozen again and don't dare take my eyes off him. Instead of a black figure, he now actually looks like a person but still a little see through. He's wearing black skinny jeans, a normal gray shirt, and a denim jacket. 

He squints at me like he's trying to figure me out. I should probably tell him to leave, I think. I should yell at him, maybe even arm myself. But I haven't moved an inch

Suddenly, his face changes, like a lightbulb went off. "Wait." He mumbles pushing himself off the wall, towards me. I crawl farther away, to the other side of the mattress. "Can you see me?" He says in shock. I can hardly see him. I only make out his shape, and maybe even a few facial features. I can tell he has brown fluffy hair that curls around his ears and matching brown eyes. He looks pale, but that could be because he's transparent. 

I nod because my mouth still won't open.

"Wait, wait you can seriously see me?" He seems excited by this but I am not, I'm terrified. I turn around and start to run to the door. But he appears in front of me. I stop. "Hey, Hey, Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."

I start to feel cold again but with my adrenaline, I hardly feel it. I remember earlier tonight. When I was cold too. "Wa-was that you earlier?" I stutter. I look down and see my hands trembling.

He chuckles. "Um yes, but I didn't mean to do that. Sometimes I don't know my own strength. I'm sorry."

I start to force myself to breathe. In and out, I tell myself. I can't bring myself to look at the intruder. Although the more I think about it, he can't be just any intruder. I have to face the facts, I have to put the pieces together. No intruder can appear and reappear out of nowhere. And no intruder is transparent. "Please fucking tell me that you're someone who snuck in and you're not a ghost."

He shrugs and give me an awkward smile. "Do you want me to lie?"

"Shit, maybe I am crazy. You are just a hallucination from all of the anxiety. I don't even know if that's possible but it has to be because, you aren't real."

Ghosts aren't real. They're just a piece of fiction that writers and authors use for scary plots. Theres no such thing as ghosts. Maybe, I'm still dreaming from when I passed out?

I turn around to go back to bed. This is all just some nightmare that I'm going to wake up from in any second.  He appears in front of me. I jumped it scared the shit out of me. "How can you see me?"

"I don't know!" I throw my hands up in defeat. "Probably because you're in my head and I've probably gone insane."

"You're not crazy, okay. I'm real. I'm a ghost." When he says that the lamp light starts to flicker. I look at him confused. Perhaps he's right. What if he is real? I mean this doesn't feel like a dream. Plus, I don't think my brain could make up this much detail. "Wait, hold on, I want to try something." He pauses and starts to clench is fists. He's concentrating on something but I don't know what it is.

I stare at him waiting for something to happen but nothing does, because he disappears. I glance around my room, thinking maybe he will appear somewhere else. I wait for a few minutes, but he never returns.