Ghost of You

Two.

Was last night all a dream? I couldn't tell.

I groaned, stretching out my body and wiping the sleep out of my eyes. I swung my feet over the side of my bed, slowly opening my eyes to see Cameron's figure on the floor, curled into a ball and fast asleep. I sighed with a smile on my face, getting myself up and grabbing my suitcase. I shoved a bunch of random clothes in it, not really caring if it was dirty or not. The RV was the kind that had a washing machine. Let's just say that my Dad loves remodeling our RV to make it more compatible to our needs. For example, the washing machine because we practically used to live in the RV, and after vacations, everything needed to be deep cleaned.

I zipped up my suitcase and brought it to the RV. I opened up all of the windows to air everything out, and not make it smell like its been sitting for 5 years. Turning on everything, I clean up a bit and start up the fridge, washing machine, the bathroom, etc. My Dad is kind of a mechanic, so everything runs smoothly, and if it doesn't, he taught me how to fix it.

"Whatcha doing?" Cameron's voice startles me and causes me to drop everything I was holding. He laughs and leans down to help pick things up, but stops when he gets closer and realizes that he can't pick them up. I sigh and pick them up, sending him a smile of reassurance that its okay. He sighs and sits on the Rv couch, and leans his head against the back of it. He closes his eyes, sighing in frustration.

"Don't worry, Cam. There has to be a way for you to come back." I say.

He shrugs and keeps his eyes closed. "I hope there is. This feels like torture. What is the point of me being half alive? It just doesn't make sense."

"Damn right it doesn't," Aurora chimes in, shoving practically everything she owns into the RV. "There has to be something off. I low-key wanna look into the anti-seizure medication to see if there was some sort of flaw."

"Well, it failed me. That's the flaw. I know it wasn't going to fully prevent it, but I thought that maybe it would at least keep them low-key and not kill me." Cam says, picking up his ghostly legs and putting them on the couch.

"But it doesn't make any sense. If it really killed you, how the hell are you here? You don't see a bunch of dead people as ghosts right now, do you?" Aurora asks, looking at Cameron.

"No..."

"Then there has to be some flaw in the medication." She says.

"You figure that out then.. I'll still be a ghost either way." Cam says, closing his eyes and resting his head against the couch pillow.

"Maybe we can find a way to-"

"Aurora." I warn.

"Okay, okay. I'll let it go- for now."

"Whatever. Just let him rest. Being a ghost much be exhausting."

"And being a human isn't?"

"Aurora. Everything is exhausting."

"You're right." She laughs.

"Go do something useful, we have to get going."

"Okay. I'm gonna do some research on the pill and see if there's any kind of placebo or something in the bottle-"

"Aurora!! Just go take a shower and then research! It is way too early for all of this research talk." I say.

"What-ev."

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My eyes started to burn as I drove the RV, my eyes on the road for at least six hours now. Groaning at the shitty drivers in front of me, I continue to switch around the way I'm sitting in the seat, my butt numb from sitting for so long without a break.