Ch1
Chris POV
It's odd. One second I'm dying and the next I'm some kind of ghost. Now I'm just watching the manor. Until someone figures it out.
I'm watching Dad. He is so sad it scares me. It's my own fault I died, but he blames himself. I should've been more careful.
Dad, it's not your fault.
Take care of baby me and Wyatt. They need you so much right now. Take care of them and stop grieving for me.
I'm standing here watching Dad…and now I'm not.
Now I'm on a bed and I hear a voice say, "Chris, are you okay?"
What the…where am I?
I look up and see Wyatt standing over me with a smile.
"Are you okay, Chris?"
I roll quickly off the bed, away from him. I get to my feet and brace myself. This is not going to be pleasant. Wyatt looks at me, and he seems a little confused. "Chris, are you okay?" he asks again. "You seem a little spooked…" He takes a step closer to the bed - closer to me - and I back away slowly. He frowns slightly. Not the angry frown he always has, but more…puzzled.
I look around cautiously. This isn't aunt Paige's room. Not where I…I…not where I died. This was…my old room. It had all the posters I had collected from P3 on the walls, and my clothes, and…all my stuff. But…I hadn't had a room in the house since I was fifteen I'd lived at Grandpa's after Wyatt had turfed me out…unless…I turned to Wyatt, who was watching me with a puzzled expression on his face.
"You okay?" he asked, his darker eyes finding mine. I nodded, then shook my head.
"Um…actually, not sure yet. Um…Wyatt, do you know what year it is?"
Wyatt stared at me for a second, then said slowly, "Um, Chris, it's 2026. Why do you ask, it's not like you don't…" Suddenly, his eyes widen. "Actually, maybe you don't…Oh, crap…are you other Chris?"
I am writting this with Shaedow Cat.
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