Chapter 6
Jackson woke up in the twisted sheets the next morning. It was about eight, and he didn't have work that day. He sat up and noticed Lisa next to him. She was still asleep, but instead of being under the covers, she lay on top of them. He remembered that he had been able to hold her steady and that he was able to kiss her the previous night, so why things were back to normal, he really didn't know. He got up and went to take a shower, leaving her to wake up on her own. When he got in the bathroom, he went to the mirror and started to ponder upon some of the annoying questions that had been going through his head. Why could he touch her last night, how could she be dead, those sort of things. The mirror didn't answer them for him. At the moment, nothing seemed to be real. Lisa, his Lisa, was now dead. She had been in a car crash, and now he was living with her. He was the only one that could see her, and she couldn't remember a lot else.
Back in the other room, she was waking up. For a moment, she wondered why she was laying on top of his bed, but then she remembered. She was dead, nothing (except Jackson) knew that she was there, that went for both animate and inanimate objects. She got up as well, and went to sit on the sofa again. This seemed to be her hobby at the moment. She would sit there, either talking to Jackson, or watch the street below. She wished that she could be one of the living again. It would be so much easier. Then again, when you're dead, you don't really have anything to fear. If you're dead, you can't die again, can you? After about ten minutes, Jackson came to join her. She was looking out of the window and didn't seem to notice him sitting down next to her. She had that sad expression on her face again, something that he didn't like. If she was alive again, would she be happier? Was he the cause of her misery?
Yet more questions. Every time one of them thought about the other, more questions came into their mind. It may sound stupid, but the question that they were having a dilemma with the most was the same question; why did I kiss him/her? Lisa was merely another part of his job, Jackson was a psycho. Why were they so attracted to one another? Everything would have been a lot simpler if they had never even met each other in the first place! As you can imagine, neither talked to one another the entire time that they were thinking, and they didn't talk afterwards. They shouldn't even have known each other.
Jackson
It's all Lisa's fault. She had to die, she had to come back into my life, and she had to make my life a misery. Whatever crazy emotional-driven thought came over me last night, it won't happen again. If she wasn't already dead, I swear that I would kill her. Besides, it was her fault that I had to try and do that same thing in the first place. She shouldn't have upset the plan in the first place.
Lisa
Bastard. He acts like everything's perfect. He thinks that I still don't think that he could turn o me at any time. I wish I was back to who I was. Why did I have to use my stupid phone whilst I was driving? Why couldn't it have been Jackson who died?
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Lisa looked at him with a furious face expression. She was angry with both herself, and Jackson. She had let him take advantage of her, and he was going to pay for it. He felt the same way about her. She had taken advantage of him. They sat in an awkward silence for at least ten minutes. They had nothing to say to each other, other than the thousands of curses that were going through their minds. They couldn't wait until the other got out of their lives.
'So what now?' Lisa asked, still obviously fuming.
'You're the ghost. You work it out…'
That was it. He had pushed her too far this time. He was going to pay with his blood. He was going to pay for the thousand times that he had got her since they had first met each other. This went for actual damage and damage to her thoughts. Believe me, that was a lot of blood to pay with.