Paranormal Disease V2

Chapter 4

I groaned loudly, as I stood there infront of the man towering over me, "You're fucking clueless aren't you?" I say above a whisper, staring at the man as the dark covers my body, "I'm not clueless, you're just a dumb bitch!" He screamed through clenched teeth, as his Scottish accent dripped from his voice. "I'm a dumb bitch?" I raise my eyebrow, as my fists clench to my side.
He fell silent as my glare fell hard on him, "Normal people don't say they're dead." He hissed, as I walked out of the shadow, standing inches away from him, "You were shot in the head numb nuts, explain that." I snarled, as an evil grin spread across my face. "When people die in this house, they stay here, well I few do anyway we're special." I flailed my arms, "Special?" He smirked, as it was clear he was holding in a snort. "Not what I meant."
"Alright dumb-" I cut him off as I swung my fist, hitting his jaw. His head snapped to the side, "No, you're right, I am a bitch. Because bitches speak up for themselves. Now you, you're just a little asshole." I screamed loudly, as I turned around on my heels, "Oh yeah, welcome to the house, make yourself at home, try not to die, though with your attitude, I can promise you, in twenty minutes you'll have your balls wrapped around your throat--If you have any." I winked as I walked into my room, slamming the door shut loudly before he could get a word in.
"Ouch." Alex grinned, as I heard a voice in the other room, "Did I mention I have a bad temper?" I raised my eyebrow as I flopped down next to him laying my head on his shoulder.
"Did you really punch him?" He asked staring down at my bloody knuckle, "Yeah, and I'm pretty sure I broke my fucking hand." My grin turned lop sided as the pain finally sunk in, my hand stung and throbed as I leaned my head back against the wall.
Alex's hand slid under mine as my eyes grew heavy. "What time is it?" I asked as I lifted my head up and squinted at the clock.
Then it hit me.

It never worked before; it's always been dead, no matter how many batteries go into it, it's just dead, I never noticed it worked before.
"10:50 pm." Alex answered my question as I turned my body around hugging his shoulders. "I don't know about you but I'm going to sleep, and I'm probably going to pin you down unless you get up in three seconds."

Alex groaned as he slid down the wall laying down on the bed as my chin rested on the pillow on the side of the bed. "I don't speak groan." I laughed pulling myself up next to him, burying my face into the blanket. "Why are you in a good mood, you're usually depressed. Especially since you just got done punching somebody in the face." Alex whined like a child not getting what it wanted in the candy store.
"First of all, would you rather me depressed? Second of all; punching people makes me happy." I muffled from the blanket, as I felt his hand hug the side of my body, pulling me closer. "No I like it when you're happy, you're cute." He chuckled as I looked up from the blanket, "I-"
 I was cut off by the door opening quickly, "UM THAT DUDE WHO YOU PUNCHED IS MESSING THE HOUSE UP, LITERALLY." Roy squeaked as I rolled my eyes, "I called it." I hissed stepping out of the bed grabbing a knife.
Before I could leave a hand grabbed my wrist.
I stopped in my tracks as I tilted my head back, turning around  I stared up at Alex, "You don't need to kill him." 

Sarcastic remarks shot through my mind, as I shook my head dropping the knife carelessly on the ground, as his grip loosened around my wrist, I walked out of the room and walked down the hallway.
I stood at the doorway as I watched the curly haired maniac throw things off the shelf, "Is there a reason you're messing up my lovely home?" I murmured as the boy looked up, resting his hands on the shelf, "Because I can." He replied as a hurt expression faded across his face, "Look, I don't really care if I punched you in the face and probably broke a knuckle or two, I'll do it again. Now why are you messing everything up?" I raised an eyebrow as I continued to lean in the hallway. "You wouldn't understand even if  said it slowly." He stared at the floor before me, with tears in his eyes. "Try me." I grinned as I sat down in the window seat, crossing my legs. "My girlfriend is outside crying. Am I actually dead?" He turned his head to me, as he slid down against the wall.
I nodded my head as a sympathetic expression smeared across my face. "I watched the whole thing--You were clearly shot in the head. If it makes you feel better, you didn't die slowly?" I shrugged as the boy rolled his eyes sarcastically, "I'm Cherry by the way." I grinned as the boy laughed, "And he laughs." I clap, "Normal people say their name too, and then they forget about being punched in the face by a five foot four redhead." I stared down at him, as he continued to laugh, "Thats why your hairs red right?"
"Ugh forget it." I groaned as I got up out of the seat, and walked toward the door. "I'm James, but everyone calls me Pick." He stopped his laughing fit as I continued to walk out of the room, stopping to give a thumbs up.