This ghost I saw had a familiar face, he had a deep red aura and his skin looked pale. I could tell he just passed away from it. I remember how pale I was when I first passed away, I was confused as a chicken without its head and I was running around in circles scared like one too. But this man did not seem confused or sad, or even angry. He seemed like nothing had happened at all to himself.
"P-paul!?!" Querida said while looking up, trying to keep her tears in, but didn't manage to and laid her head back on my chest so she wouldn't have to look at him. It was Slater, and he was dead. Not as dead as he could of been though. Instead of being full of rage, I realized, killing him wasn't solving my problems. Not at all. It just made it harder. He was a lost soul, like me, and he could be haunting Querida's room for just as long as I was. I suddenly started to panic, and I could tell he knew how I was feeling from my face expression. It was either that I looked very panicked or my face expression was blank.
"Made you a little worried there, huh Jesse?" He said while sitting by the window casually. He didn't seem to care that Querida was crying at all. That's another reason why I hated Slater so much, he couldn't care less about Querida. He just wanted her for sex, it was a game, and I would never let him touch her again. I still can't tell if its a horrid thing that Slater is dead, or if its a time to celebrate. It is a great thing that Slater can never treat a girl the way he treated Querida ever again, but now Querida is the only young woman he can touch, and have her touch him back, so now he may never get over her. I can't move on now, because the second I leave, Slater will be with her in her room alone , refusing to leave. I should go to hell, doing something like this to Querida. What kind of person am I? I should of never made him go to the hospital, I mean I'm supposing he died from the injuries I gave him. "Stopped breathing on the way to the hospital," Slater said with a laugh. He was actually laughing at this, like the devil. Who laughs when they stop breathing. Seriously. He must not be human, I think the devil thing may start being true. Even though I never did believe that there was such thing as the devil. Then Querida started saying something but I couldn't make out what she was saying from the crying and then she dissapeared from my arms. She wasn't there anymore! she must of done that shifting thing and left. I thought about doing the same thing, but how could I leave Slater in her room alone. "And then there were two." Slater said while looking at me.
"Slater!" I said with the rage I finally found. Now that Querida was gone, I didn't have anybody controlling myself, but somehow I found a way to pretend she was there sitting by my side, telling me to have control. Like I said before, once I hit him once, I can't stop, and there is no point to fighting a dead guy. See Slater wasn't smart enough to know it, and did it anyway, and then died. But then again maybe he knew, and just did it anyway.
"Jesse no need to be mad, were both dead." He said like it was no big deal, but it was.
"You will not touch her!" I said strictly to him, while trying to keep myself sitting.
"Like how you never touched her?" He said, while still keeping his cool. I didn't know how he did it, staying so calm in every situation he was in. He got me on that one though, if I was allowed to touch Querida the way I did, why couldn't Slater. I was horrible, I didn't deserve her.
"I love her," I said to him.
"I do too Jesse, I'm not as bad as you think I am," he said and then I suddenly remembered what Querida told me earlier. How he wasn't as bad as I thought, and I felt a great sadness inside. "Were just two dead guys in love with the same woman that happens to be alive." He said still like it was nothing. But he loved her!?! I think Slater was going a little to far when he said he loved her. He couldn't possible care as deeply about her the way I did.
"No you don't love her. You couldn't care less about her." I said, because I knew it was the truth, and he was going to have to find out about it sooner or later, even though I'm sure he knew already..
"Get it into your head Jesse, she likes me too you know." He said to me. I knew it wasn't true, it couldn't be. Querida can't like Slater, I loved her. Loved her more than anything, and I'm sure if she was still in my arms right now, she would deny it, but she wasn't, and I wanted to know the truth, so I decide to open up to Slater, and ask him what I was truly was thinking.
"Why would you think that?" I asked clamly.
"You can see it in those beautiful eyes she has. The way she looks at me, you can even see her shaking."
"That's because she's scared to death of you!" I yelled.
"You sure about that Jesse. I mean I see you shake every time when your around her, and you love her." He said calmly. He had a point again, but still, you can still shake when your in love, and when your scared.
"She can shake from both," I said as calmly as him. I had to stay calm, I just had to. "She would never love you."
"You may not know it, she may not know it, but she likes me, she just won't admit it to herself." He said, and then there was a pause. I was thinking. I mean how could a human being possible like somebody and not know it. Was it possible?