My Life With a Killer (Jimmy Casket. VenturianTale Fanfiction)

Chapter 20

(Johnny Ghost's POV)
"What do you mean 'who are you'?" I asked. "I'm Johnny Ghost, paranormal investigator extraordinaire, remember?"

She shook her head in response. Carter opened her mouth as though she were going to say something but shut it after a moment.

"Does Johnny Toast ring a bell? Jimmy Casket?" I questioned. "Please, tell me everything you remember."

"I-I can't remember anything," she mumbled. "All I know is I woke up in this bed with two strange men staring at me."

'What am I, chopped liver?' Jimmy asked.

"Do you remember Anthony or Joey or Georgina or Sally or Jessie?" I asked.

"Should I?" She asked.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, exasperated. "Anthony is your neighbor! Joey is your ex-boyfriend, Georgina and Sally are your best friends and Jessie is your older brother!"

Toast grabbed my arm and dragged me out of my bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

"What are you doing, Toast?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, but you need to calm down," he said. "Carter clearly lost her memory. Probably due to the fact that she saw part of my British disco, but not enough to kill her since you covered her eyes in time. We just have to be patient and see if she remembers anything, helping her along the way. But this time could be completely different. You could tell her about your other half, or not."

"But what if she doesn't remember? What if her memory is gone for forever?" I questioned.

"Then you just have to become friends for a second time, sir," he said.

'You know, this is all your fault' Jimmy accused. 'You're the one that wanted to invite her. You should've made sure she was out of the room before telling Toast to dance. At least cover her eyes because you know how she is'

Sorry, but look on the bright side, you have a second chance. She doesn't even remember Jessie's last wish, I reminded him.

He seemed to be thinking about this because he didn't say anything. I walked back into my room and found Carter sitting in my window seat, looking out the glass. The sun had finally come out. It had been raining for two days while Carter was unconscious. I'm not sure when it stopped, probably about the same time Carter woke up.

Carter looked over to me, her face was pale and her eyes were filled with tears.

"Why can't I remember anything?" She asked. "Everything is like a blank slate. Something would pop into my mind for a split second but when I'm about to say it, it dissapears. I swear, it's right on the tip of my tongue. It's like, like basket!"

"Casket?" I asked, laughing. "Jimmy Casket?"

"I-I'm not sure, I can't remember anymore," she mumbled. "It was there for a second and when I reached out to grasp it, it just flew away."

"Flew?" I teased.

"It was a metaphor! Or personification!" She defended. "I can't remember, it's been a long time since sixth grade. Especially since I can't even remember sixth grade."

"I think it's just you being crazy," I joked. "So, does a murderer sound familiar? What about insane person? Knifey?"

'What are you doing?' Jimmy asked.

I'm helping you out, be thankful I'm thinking of your feelings before mine, I explained.

'What's that supposed to mean?' Jimmy questioned.