Timmy looked at the old man in disbelif. "What did you say?" he asked.
"You're dead. As simple as that." said the janitor.
For some reason, Timmy laughed. "Are you serious? This has got to be some joke. I see, the entire hospital is in on this."
"You don't get it do you? You've died, if you don't believe me, go in the room you were in." said the old man.
"I'll do just that." said Timmy walking into the his hospital room. To his shock, in his hospital bed, was an exact look of Timmy. "Oh I get it, I fell hard enough to knock my own self out and now I'm dreaming." said Timmy. "Yes, that has to be it!"
"Hmmm I see, you deny that you've died." said the old man. And without warning, he pushed Timmy into a person passing by. He should have felt the guy, but instead, he went right through him. Timmy stared in shock again. "Now do you understand?" asked the man.
"This can't be. I'm only 14. The nurse said that I had minor injuries!" yelled Timmy.
The man grabbed him. For an old man, he had a pretty strong grip on him. "Now listen, you're dead so you can't talk to mortals any longer. In fact you can't talk to anyone period. Except for this one kind of creature..I've seem to forgotten. You can only be seen by others who are no longer among the living or people who are dying. It's no use in trying to throw things to get people's attention either, the objects will just go back to their spot before you threw them. There's no point in trying to live again, no body's ever done it."
Timmy gulped. This meant he could never talk to his parents again until they died and who knows when that'll be. He would never ever see Maldovia again until... Timmy paused. Oh wait, she can't die.
"If there's no way..." said Timmy turned around to face the man. He was gone. He looked down at his feet. IF he hadn't joined the gang in the first place, if he hadn't been so dishonest to his parents, if he hadn't, hadn't been so cruel to Maldovia, maybe just maybe, he wouldn't have ended up dead.
Timmy walked aimlessly around the outside world. He could see them but they couldn't see him. A few days later, he saw his own rainy funeral where his friends and family gathered. On Maldovia's shoulder, he saw his ex fairies, Cosmo and Wanda disguised as birds. In Maldovia's pocket, he saw her parents disguised as pencils. All, even Anti Cosmo, looked downright sad.
"Are there any words anyone would like to say before we bury him in the Earth?" asked the guy that says that stuff at a funeral.(forgive me. I Haven't been to a funeral ever.) Timmy's Mom and Dad were first.
"He was such a good boy and never hurt anyone." cried Mrs.Turner.
His old friends were next. "Timmy, wherever you are, I hope you're happy." said Maldovia sadly as the funeral music played.
Timmy wanted so badly to jump in front of her and shout "But I'm right here!" What was the point? They couldn't see him. After the funeral, he looked even more sad. How could I have been so mean to them? thought Timmy. And with that, he walked away.
The end.
Wait hold up, that can't be the end! Timmy can't stay dead forever can he?
Exactly why it's not. There's more to the story than that.
"There is one way." said the janitor from the hospital suddenly coming behind him.
Timmy turned around. "What?"
"Well, it seems that you need to make up for what you've done." said the man.
"What do you mean?" asked Timmy.
"I mean you're going to have to pay for your crimes and cruelty towards all friends and family. Plus, solve the mystery of your death and maybe then you can be among the living again." said the man.
"But how do I do that?!" asked Timmy.
The man shrugged. "That's why no body's ever gone back to the living." and he disappeared.
Timmy sighed. Ok, I all I have to do is do some good and I'll be in the living again. It shouldn't be so hard. Right?
OK, best I can come up with so far.