The Reaper and I

Chapter 8: I HATE CLEANING

Chapter 8

I HATE CLEANING

“Dude, do something!” I screeched, well I attempted to screech but my voice didn’t work. I continued to screech silently as my sister continued to approach James in my my body. My fucking body! Who does she think she is? Waltzing around trying to re-kill me.

James was looking undecided as possessed me stopped in front of him. That indecision costed him when she kicked him square in the chest. I watched in surprise as he flew through the air and smacked into the wall on the other side of the room. Why didn’t I have that strength? The afterlife is so unfair.

Before she even got another chance to smack James around again, the couch right behind her began to levitate. She didn’t even see it coming when it flew straight at her. Sarah then went on a magical couch ride through the wall. I stared at where the wall to the bedroom used to be, my mouth hanging over. 

I turned to where I last saw James but all that was there was empty air. Glancing around I saw that he wasn’t anywhere else in the room either. Frowning I began to approach the massive hole in the wall where my body would be hopefully empty. Then another thought dawned on me. If Elizabeth was still in that room when a couch went through the wall she was probably going to bitch about it for eternity. I was going to be here for eternity. My afterlife finally came into perspective. 

With Elizabeth around, my afterlife is going to suck.

“Alice, get you butt in here,” James’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I floated into the room. I sighed in relief when I saw Elizabeth nowhere in sight. Then I grimaced when I saw my body was still possessed. She was propped up on my elbows while hissing at both me at James. Looking down at her in my body I didn’t feel anything. She wasn’t my sister anymore, she wasn’t anyone to me. I watched as James approached her, a look of disgust and contempt painted on his face. She cowered when he reached down to deliver the finishing blow but before his hand touched her, my body went limp. I heard James curse under his breath when he realised she had left. 

Without looking at me he stood and left the room. “You can go in your body again” I heard him call. I looked down at my body which looked broken and wondered how I was suppose to get back in there. Reaching down I connected my ghostly fingers with my solid ones and it was like a vacuum effect.

I just laid on the floor without moving or even breathing for several moments not wanting to get up. It was only later when I felt something kicking my foot did I finally peek through one eye to spy who I had to punch for annoying me. It was James, he was frowning down at me. 

“Get your ass up, I’m not cleaning this mess up on my own,” he continued kicking my foot.

“Go away,” I muttered attempting to roll away but everything ached. Groaning, I glared up at him when I felt him grab my ankle and began dragging me across the ground. I felt pieces of plaster from the wall being smashed graze my exposed skin and get caught in my hair. “Stop, stop. Let me have a shower then I’ll help you do whatever.” 

He looked down at me, his eyes burnt my skin as the scanned me from head to toe. “How are you feeling?” He enquired, finally dropping my ankle. His eyebrows pulled together and he ran a hand through his messy hair which was sticking up in all directions. He looked tired even though he didn’t need sleep. Maybe he just needed a really long holiday from reaping.