Sonya
Sonya drifted a bit around the apartment. Around midnight, Sonya enacted a little trick she knew and stood back. Time sped up around her and she watched the other two boys enter and talk before heading off to bed. The smart one reminded her of her ex. Sonya painfully remembered the day she died. She had been in the apartment when some guy burst in waving a gun. He was robbing her, not like she and Andy owned much. But the guy shot her and Sonya died instantly. She didn't regain "consciousness" until a few months later. When she did, Sonya was shocked to see the apartment empty. A few people came by now and then but never Andy and never someone who could see her. After a few nights of crying, Sonya accepted the fact that she had died.
But now, what Eddy had said got to her. In truth, Sonya hadn't seen Andy since a few hours before her murder. She couldn't leave the apartment, unless she attached herself to someone with the same "illness". Sonya knew that she could use Eddy as her transportation but had decided against it, she had never been a user. Instead she wanted to help and help she would. Sonya knew it would be difficult for Eddy since he has always had the same amount as his friends. But now, he was the one being left behind. Sonya knew that would be hard.
Sonya sank through the door to Eddy's room and slipped out of time. Now it was standing still. Sonya made her way to the nightstand beside the bed and pulled out the drawer. She knew where Eddy had kept the picture since she had watched him. Now she examined it on her own and wished she could feel the photo paper beneath her fingers. She could not have any of the sensory pleasures besides sight and hearing, which produced speech. Sonya found that out when she couldn't smell any strength of Andy's cologne. Same as when she found she couldn't taste or feel. Ghosts weren't able to do much of anything. Sonya just worried that if she stuck around long enough, she'd be trapped in the apartment as it was now forever, like those ghosts who walked around the layout of their house when they were alive. Sonya shivered and replaced the picture, she hated thinking about being dead, and it was too weird.
Being dead didn't answer any questions but raised some more. She still didn't understand her existence, now so more than ever. Sonya now had a hard time defining life and consciousness. She had a hard time defining most of what she had just accepted when she was alive, and religion was no clearer. Sonya sighed and made her way back to the living room. She sat on the couch and watched time pass, which she had been doing so much now.
Sonya wanted to pass on, but she wanted to see Andy one last time before she did.
Waking up to the annoying alarm, Eddy pulled the blanket over his head. The noise was still there.
"Eddy! Wake up." The alarm repeated. Eddy groaned and chucked a pillow toward the noise. He heard it hit and smiled.
"Eddy, get up. We have a lot to do today." Edd sighed and threw the pillow back. Eddy finally sat up and glared at his roommate.
"And what do we have to do?" He asked angrily. Edd threw his hands up and left the room.
"Something like unpacking I think he said." Eddy jumped out of bed and found Sonya standing on the other side. She smiled at him, eyes closed, and waved.
"Good morning sleepy head!" She chirped. Eddy stared at her, walked to his door, opened it, exited, and slammed it behind him.
"Well you don't have to be in a huff!" Edd called from the kitchen.
"She's still here." Eddy groaned. He didn't even begin to try and tell Edd, he knew how this thing worked. They wouldn't see her.
"Do I exist now?" Sonya asked. Eddy turned in time to see her melt through the door. How could a beautiful woman be so annoying?
"I hate you." Eddy spat and walked into the living room. Sonya giggled and followed him.
