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PRESENT DAY
3 Days after the accident
"So am I like a ghost?" I ask Michael who sighs in exasperation.
" No, you're not a ghost"
"But I can pass through doors?"
"Correct"
"I can't touch people?"
"Correct"
"People can't see me apart from you of course... but I can't really classify you as human..."
"Your point?"
"How am I not a ghost?" He sighs again while running his hand through his hair. "Has anyone ever told you, you're exasperating" he says looking at me while raising both his eyebrows. "Yes. I've been told a couple of times"
"I see"
"Not the point... what am I?"
"You're you" he says and I facepalm myself hard and yell "ouch" afterwards and he smiles at me amused. "I can't be me, me is lying on the bed unconscious..."
"Yes...true, your body" he hesitates before he continues "there are different parts that makes a person- your body, your mind and your soul, when a part goes missing, well...you aren't a regular mortal anymore, so ...you are you like I said earlier- reapers reap souls"
"So... I'm my soul?"
"Correct" I shiver at the thought, like this whole situation wasn't weird enough. "I still say I'm a ghost!" I say smiling cheekily at him, he sighs again and takes a seat on the hospital bench.
"I'm too old for this"
"Psssh...you're around my age" I say and he smiles at me amused. "Maybe, maybe not" he says and shrugs.
"Not everything appears as they seem, what if I told you that you aren't really in the hospital and this is all going on in your mind"
"Is it?"
"I can't tell you"
"How old are you?"
"I'm a little sensitive about my age so I'd like to keep that tiny detail to myself"
"I bet you twenty bucks you're lying" I say raising an eyebrow at him and he mirrors my actions.
"About what?"
"Your age"
"Good day, Mrs. west"
"Don't call me that"
"But that's your name"
"Yeah...but you said it yourself not everything is as it seems"
"Except on this issue"
"Especially on this issue"
"I suppose...you are an expert on matters that do not look like they seem"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know" he says and he vanishes...again, not like he disappears in a flash of light or anything, it's like he seize to exist- like he wasn't real and we didn't just have a conversation- like a trick of the imagination but I know he was there, it has happened so many times now that I've gotten used to it. That boy needs a leash. I seat there pondering his words.
Nothing is as it seems.
He was right I understood exactly what he was saying.
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YOU ARE READING
Fourteen days
Short Story"I can't tell you that but...basically this is it- normally when you die, a reaper comes and reaps you but in your case you have a choice-to stay or to come with me" he looks straight at me and smirks again "so, Miss. White- what will it be?" What w...
