Karma

Part 4

Good's P.O.V

I stepped away from the mirror, holding my healing hand to my cheek. I really do look like this, but why? Why can't I move on? Why do I have to be stuck?

My fear was overthrown by my anger, my once shaking hand was now clenched into a tight fist. Why me?! What did I do that makes it so I have to stay on this putrid earth?!

Then I remembered, Jef. It was my fault he's dead. If I wasn't so selfish and actually tried to talk to him none of this would've happened. I sighed and dropped my fists, letting my arms dangle.

Wait- If I fell through that door then how was able to knock on it earlier? I pondered for a moment, and when I couldn't come up with anything I just decided to say it's a ghost thing, and ghosts are weird and unexplainable. But, am I ghost? I mean, usually ghosts are at least human, but I'm not.

I shook my head, no. I must be a ghost, because what else could I be?

I decided to just go walk around and explore, since I have nothing else to do. Maybe figure out what part of the world I'm in. I walked past houses and school buildings and convenience stores. But from what I've seen I would guess I'm in America. No, I know I'm in America. Because there's a gun store at the end of the street.

I walked up until it was night, but I wasn't scared. No one can hurt me, no one can even see me. I passed homeless communities and groups of addicts and what I would guess to be criminals. There were a couple normal people though, heh. "Normal people." No one's perfectly normal, that doesn't exist. I guess more socially accepted people.

The sun began to rise, and by then I think I made it into the next town over. I decided that maybe I would just chill here for awhile, it seems peaceful enough. I found myself in a nice looking neighborhood, the houses were neat and it seemed like everyone took good care of their yards. I decided to just go into a random house and look around, maybe scare someone for fun.

I chose the third house on the left row of houses and went inside. Immediately, I heard someone talking.

"No, Geppy! I'm sorry, but I already told you I can't hang out today! Now stop being so childish!"

"But Bad! I'm bored and have no one else to hang out with! Come on, please!" The second person begged, the two seemed to be talking over the phone. I sighed, these two reminded me of me and Jef.

It was almost scary how much they reminded me of us. And his name, "Bad." No one's named that, I mean. My name on the internet was Good. But that never was my birth name.

I realized that I was still in the front door and haven't even seen this person yet, I stepped away from the entrance and towards the voices. I peeked around the corner, sure enough there was someone arguing over the phone. Except, he looked like me. He looked so familiar, except for the fact that he was a little shorter than I was. He looked identical to how I looked, and his name. How friend called him Bad.

What's going on? Who are these two? Why does he look identical to me? He's just like me with Jef's personality.

I didn't realize that now I was getting closer to him, it seems like curiosity has complete control right now. That was until he turned around, and he looked me straight in my eyes.

"Sorry, Skeppy. But I have to go. I'll call you back later." He hung up and set his phone down, his eyes glued to me.

"W-Who are you? And what are you doing in m-my house?"