Ghost
Questions
I woke up confused. What was my dream last night? Who was he? Why did I feel so familiar and comftorable around him? Was that real? If so, why couldn't he talk to me in person? And what about my dream from before? Was he going to hurt my friends? I was so confused. A knock on the door made me jump.
"Come in." I said softly. The door opened to reveal Zacky, smiling.
"Mornin'."
"Morning." I smiled back, standing up to stretch.
"Sleep good?" He asked, studying me intently.
"Yeah." I said, nodding.
"Uh, Brian made breakfast. You wanna come downstairs?" I grinned at his akwardness.
"Sure."
"Morning." Brian smiled when me and Zacky walked into the kitchen. I smiled before taking the seat next to Jase at the table.
"How's Nix?" I asked him.
"Same. She's breathing a little faster than normal, though." He answered with a mouthful of eggs.
"I see you raided my closet." Brian stated, setting a plate down in front of me.
"Thanks. And yeah. I needed a shirt." I said.
"What happened to your arm?" Jase demanded before anything else could be said. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me towards him, almost making me fall out of my chair.
"What the fuck?" Jase demanded once again. Both Zacky and Brian walked over to inspect. I looked down, and across the top of my arm was a bruise in the shape of a handprint. So, my dream was real.
"What happened?" Zacky asked, raising his eyebrow.
"I don't know. I probably fell or something." I shrugged, trying my best to keep a smile off of my face. The dream was real. Why did that make me so happy?? Suddenly, I wanted to just go back to sleep. I needed answers from that dude.
"I'm gonna go lay back down. I'm not feelin' to hot." I stated, cutting off Jase, who was rambling. Zacky gave me a look of concern, but I just brushed it off and continued up to Brian's room, but not before grabbing a few Nightime Tylenol's from the bathroom.
"Back so soon?" He asked, appearing out of nowhere.
"I have so many questions." I said as he walked towards me.
"I figured." He laughed lightly, enveloping me in his arms.
"What's your name?" I asked to start with.
"Storm."
"Ok," I nodded, "Why can't you talk to me in person?"
"I'm a ghost, Angel." He said softly.
"How do you think I know so much about you?" A question of whether he was evil or not played at my tongue, but I decided not to voice it. There was no way. But what about my dream?
"Are you scared?" He asked, his eyes boring into mine.
"No." I said, stepping closer to him to prove my point.
"Good." He smirked.
"Why me? Why are you coming to me? Why not Nix or Jase or anyone else?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"I'll let you know another time." He smiled. I couldn't help but smile back. The rest of the time, we spent, just talking, simply getting to know each other. He was perfect. Simply fucking perfect.
"Come in." I said softly. The door opened to reveal Zacky, smiling.
"Mornin'."
"Morning." I smiled back, standing up to stretch.
"Sleep good?" He asked, studying me intently.
"Yeah." I said, nodding.
"Uh, Brian made breakfast. You wanna come downstairs?" I grinned at his akwardness.
"Sure."
"Morning." Brian smiled when me and Zacky walked into the kitchen. I smiled before taking the seat next to Jase at the table.
"How's Nix?" I asked him.
"Same. She's breathing a little faster than normal, though." He answered with a mouthful of eggs.
"I see you raided my closet." Brian stated, setting a plate down in front of me.
"Thanks. And yeah. I needed a shirt." I said.
"What happened to your arm?" Jase demanded before anything else could be said. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me towards him, almost making me fall out of my chair.
"What the fuck?" Jase demanded once again. Both Zacky and Brian walked over to inspect. I looked down, and across the top of my arm was a bruise in the shape of a handprint. So, my dream was real.
"What happened?" Zacky asked, raising his eyebrow.
"I don't know. I probably fell or something." I shrugged, trying my best to keep a smile off of my face. The dream was real. Why did that make me so happy?? Suddenly, I wanted to just go back to sleep. I needed answers from that dude.
"I'm gonna go lay back down. I'm not feelin' to hot." I stated, cutting off Jase, who was rambling. Zacky gave me a look of concern, but I just brushed it off and continued up to Brian's room, but not before grabbing a few Nightime Tylenol's from the bathroom.
"Back so soon?" He asked, appearing out of nowhere.
"I have so many questions." I said as he walked towards me.
"I figured." He laughed lightly, enveloping me in his arms.
"What's your name?" I asked to start with.
"Storm."
"Ok," I nodded, "Why can't you talk to me in person?"
"I'm a ghost, Angel." He said softly.
"How do you think I know so much about you?" A question of whether he was evil or not played at my tongue, but I decided not to voice it. There was no way. But what about my dream?
"Are you scared?" He asked, his eyes boring into mine.
"No." I said, stepping closer to him to prove my point.
"Good." He smirked.
"Why me? Why are you coming to me? Why not Nix or Jase or anyone else?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"I'll let you know another time." He smiled. I couldn't help but smile back. The rest of the time, we spent, just talking, simply getting to know each other. He was perfect. Simply fucking perfect.
Aww. It's ok. I understand.
4/11/13