Since I can't just add this to the end of the first chapter and the readers know about it, I have to post it as a new one. Ahh well! I found some inspiration again! woo!
"Wait, what?" Billy dropped a few inches closer to the couch and snapped his attention to his hands as if only just realizing they were there. "Oh man, when did that happen?!"
Shanilla's eyes snapped from the encyclopedia and onto her current ghostly patient. Was he kidding, or was he really that confused? The ecto-psychologist quickly scribbled a few notes on her pad. "So you weren't aware you were dead, Billy?" She questioned preferring to use an actual name than the other nickname options he'd given her.
A horrified look crossed the ghostly pop-star's face. "I mean... I knew I was a ghost but. I can't be dead!"
"Billy... How do you think someone becomes a ghost?" Shanilla asked gently already having decided that Billy Joe Cobra would likely be needing a LOT of psychological assistance if he was ever going to pass on.
Billy was looking significantly freaked out, eyeing different parts of himself in obvious fear. "I dunno man! I dunno!"
At the rising panic coming from the ghost, Shanilla set her pad and pencil down and held her hands out in a 'I mean you no harm' gesture. This was definitely a topic that was going to need a bit more care to breach. After all, a panicking ghost usually lead to lots of collateral damage. "It's okay, it's okay. Calm down, Billy. Why don't you tell me about some of your songs, or your music career?" And just like that the almost panic attack ended.
Almost as if hitting a switch, Billy was right back to his cocky super-star personality he'd come in to the session with, not even noticing when he floated back up into the air about the couch. This would definitely be one of her harder cases. Shanilla let Billy rant for the last ten minutes of the session before guiding him out. "I'd like you to come back again tomorrow at the same time, okay Billy?"
"You got it, babe." Billy answered in a failed attempt at suave, finger pistols aimed at Shanilla.
She pretended she didn't notice. "Do you have a place to stay?"
"Duh, I live in the Cobra Mansion! Of course I have a place to stay!" Billy snorted almost insulted, believing her to be insinuating he was homeless.
"A-alright then. See you tomorrow." Shanilla waved before closing the door and shaking her head. The Cobra mansion had been passed to Billy's next-of-kin three weeks ago. It was sometimes a shame that ghosts didn't often form immediately after their death, usually forming in a location that had been important to them during their life a few days or even weeks after their deaths. It was probably for the best though. Her job would have been about a hundred times harder if her patients had been witness to their own dead corpse. She just hoped that Billy's family wouldn't clash to much with their resident ghost until Shanilla could ease him into the next life.