Ghosting

The Accident

It all happened so quickly.

"That's not a racket. It's a rocket!"

His own words. The last thing he heard before it hit. The rocket. The rocket that hit him like a runaway train. Only him, no one else. The others moved out of the way just in time moving perfectly in sync with each other. But he, Jon, stayed frozen in his tracks looking up at the speeding missile that would soon not-so-politely introduce him to Death. There is really no polite way to greet death for the first time anyways.

No one bothered to even let out a "Jon!" before the brunette boy was met with his gruesome fate. It was as if they hadn't realized he was there in the first place. Jon was too mesmerized by the spinning red projectile to pay notice himself. No matter.

Boom.

And like that it was over. Well, almost. A sharp pain had made its home in the poor boy's stomach. He was still alive, but just barely. His vision was faded and his body as frail as a twig. Unable to move, he only laid on the ground in a bloody mess before his housemate, Eduardo, ran to his side. Quickly and with no remorse, the diet cola loving male scooped up Jon's body in his arms, shaking him harshly. Tears filled his eyes, trying to find the words.

"Jon? Jon! Say something, you idiot!"

The words echoed through the bloodied boy's head. After a few moments of processing just what his friend had said, he responded with a simple "Something" in a weak but cheerful tone before drifting off into a never ending rest. He was gone. Eduardo's eyes widened at the sight, tears running down his face in a stream with no plans of stopping.

"N-No. Jo-Jon," His voice was cracked and filled with sorrow.

Time seemed to move differently from then. Once Eduardo had finished holding his old friend's body, everything from then became a blur to him.

Go home. Try to eat. Give up and go to sleep.

That was it.

But his rest was suddenly disturbed by something unusual. This wasn't a thunderstorm or a raccoon, no. This was a feeling. A feeling as if something was watching him. But that was ridiculous. Eduardo scoffed and laid his head back into his pillow in an attempt to drown out all of the thoughts racing through his head; some about the accident earlier that evening and some about the odd presence he was feeling. It was almost as if there was a ghost watching him. But ghosts aren't real.

Right?

Eduardo then drifted off into sleep, ignoring all doubt. This didn't take long, since he never had trouble comforting himself in situations like this. Especially with something as dumb as this. A ghost. How ridiculous.

But he didn't think it was ridiculous. Not at all. In fact he knew all too well what it felt like, thought he had only been this way for a couple hours at this point. It felt like eternity to him.

So he just sat there staring at his old friend who payed no attention to his existence, or lack thereof.