Cracked Heart
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Paranormal/Supernatural › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,227
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited
Chapter Three
Written by Raven of Darkness Shadows
Chapter Three
Being a ghost can be rather lonely. Unable to touch the living, unable to talk to them… I felt as though whatever deity there may be hated me, cutting my life so short and then laughing at me when I finally want to live it. It wasn’t fair… I could barely stand hanging around Michael’s place anymore. I felt so out of it, like I was forever trapped in a daze. Their reality was what I longed for, but then I would be painfully reminded that I was already dead and that nothing was going to change that. Then one day as I was mindlessly and randomly going through the city, I found a strange building. It was small, but seemed quite popular with the ladies. I slowly went in through the wall, looking around. The girls all seemed to be buying dream catchers. How odd, I thought, then glanced at a young man in a back hall. I felt unnerved by him. He was actually watching me in every direction I went!
After the last customer had left, the woman in charge turned to me, tugging on a leash that finally became visible, attached to the young man. “So, spirit, your journeys have taken you here.” She winked at me and I was certain that I was quite real to both of them. She closed her eyes a moment, and then opened them again, looking at me. “You wish to return to the world of the living…”
“How did you… You must be an actual psychic,” I said, watching her.
“Indeed I am. But I am different than most.” She touched my hand, and I could actually feel her skin against it; I heard myself gasp at the feeling. It had been so long since I was able to actually feel flesh without trying to hurt someone. “However, it will not be simple.”
“Of course not…” I mumbled.
“Also, you must be quite certain that this is what you want. It will not be reversible. For example, if your precious Michael does not want you, what will you do then?”
I thought about it. What would I do? Maybe I shouldn’t get mixed up with people like this yet, I thought to myself. It’s too early to be sure…
“Think about it, and return to me when you have made up your mind, Kyle.” My name… It had been so many years since I heard someone say it; I had just about forgotten it altogether.
“Right… goodbye.” I left the building quickly, wanting away. I felt so… vulnerable in there. It was so strange, and so sudden. I wanted to be with Michael so badly, and then I find a woman that could make it happen…
***
I returned to Michael’s place, finding him in despair again. I slowly went over to him, wishing I could comfort him somehow, reaching my hand out without thinking; it went right through him. I bit my bottom lip and reached out again, using all my concentration to make it become physical so that I could touch him… and I did. His reaction frightened me a bit as he jumped against the wall, spinning around to stare at where I was without seeing me. He was terrified rather than grateful that he had someone here with him…
I suppose I shouldn’t blame him though. Not many people are happy to learn that they are living with a ghost. I could only hope that he wouldn’t try to get some exorcist here. “I’m losing my mind,” I heard him whisper, and I looked up again in time to see him go into his bathroom. I followed him and froze when I saw the razorblade in his hand, but I wouldn’t allow him to do this so I grabbed his arm, preventing him from doing anything with it. He watched his arm in horror, then closed his eyes. “Leave me alone, ghost,” he muttered, but I stayed. I was going to protect him, even if he made it difficult!
***
After Michael finally fell asleep in his bed, I considered my options. I could disappear until he joined me in a few months if he was still determined to follow that path… No, that would be too heartless. I continue to watch over him as a spirit… But I can only do so much, and then I freak him out. So maybe I should go back to that woman again? Maybe?
Still, things are happening way too fast for me. I wish they would just slow down… Maybe I’ll get lucky and Michael would think that all of this was just a bad dream. That… would be wonderful…
Chapter Three
Being a ghost can be rather lonely. Unable to touch the living, unable to talk to them… I felt as though whatever deity there may be hated me, cutting my life so short and then laughing at me when I finally want to live it. It wasn’t fair… I could barely stand hanging around Michael’s place anymore. I felt so out of it, like I was forever trapped in a daze. Their reality was what I longed for, but then I would be painfully reminded that I was already dead and that nothing was going to change that. Then one day as I was mindlessly and randomly going through the city, I found a strange building. It was small, but seemed quite popular with the ladies. I slowly went in through the wall, looking around. The girls all seemed to be buying dream catchers. How odd, I thought, then glanced at a young man in a back hall. I felt unnerved by him. He was actually watching me in every direction I went!
After the last customer had left, the woman in charge turned to me, tugging on a leash that finally became visible, attached to the young man. “So, spirit, your journeys have taken you here.” She winked at me and I was certain that I was quite real to both of them. She closed her eyes a moment, and then opened them again, looking at me. “You wish to return to the world of the living…”
“How did you… You must be an actual psychic,” I said, watching her.
“Indeed I am. But I am different than most.” She touched my hand, and I could actually feel her skin against it; I heard myself gasp at the feeling. It had been so long since I was able to actually feel flesh without trying to hurt someone. “However, it will not be simple.”
“Of course not…” I mumbled.
“Also, you must be quite certain that this is what you want. It will not be reversible. For example, if your precious Michael does not want you, what will you do then?”
I thought about it. What would I do? Maybe I shouldn’t get mixed up with people like this yet, I thought to myself. It’s too early to be sure…
“Think about it, and return to me when you have made up your mind, Kyle.” My name… It had been so many years since I heard someone say it; I had just about forgotten it altogether.
“Right… goodbye.” I left the building quickly, wanting away. I felt so… vulnerable in there. It was so strange, and so sudden. I wanted to be with Michael so badly, and then I find a woman that could make it happen…
***
I returned to Michael’s place, finding him in despair again. I slowly went over to him, wishing I could comfort him somehow, reaching my hand out without thinking; it went right through him. I bit my bottom lip and reached out again, using all my concentration to make it become physical so that I could touch him… and I did. His reaction frightened me a bit as he jumped against the wall, spinning around to stare at where I was without seeing me. He was terrified rather than grateful that he had someone here with him…
I suppose I shouldn’t blame him though. Not many people are happy to learn that they are living with a ghost. I could only hope that he wouldn’t try to get some exorcist here. “I’m losing my mind,” I heard him whisper, and I looked up again in time to see him go into his bathroom. I followed him and froze when I saw the razorblade in his hand, but I wouldn’t allow him to do this so I grabbed his arm, preventing him from doing anything with it. He watched his arm in horror, then closed his eyes. “Leave me alone, ghost,” he muttered, but I stayed. I was going to protect him, even if he made it difficult!
***
After Michael finally fell asleep in his bed, I considered my options. I could disappear until he joined me in a few months if he was still determined to follow that path… No, that would be too heartless. I continue to watch over him as a spirit… But I can only do so much, and then I freak him out. So maybe I should go back to that woman again? Maybe?
Still, things are happening way too fast for me. I wish they would just slow down… Maybe I’ll get lucky and Michael would think that all of this was just a bad dream. That… would be wonderful…