So I finally updated this story, sorry for the long wait but I will be trying to update more soon.
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I stay by Kurt's side, always on his right. After giving Tommy some instructions to tell Kurt he finally leaves. I sigh to myself as Kurt turns to look at the blank space on his right by him. As much as he believes what Tommy said especially after the text and song questions there is still a bit of doubt I can see in his eyes. I watch as he pulls out a bit of paper from his jacket pocket. Before Tommy left he wrote down everything I told him, well more like how Kurt can contact me in a way. I watch as Kurt starts to read it out.
"I will always be on you're right. If you want me to leave at any point you just have to say and I will and when you want me again just pass by my house and I will be waiting for you. Never forgot that I will love you but remember that you must carry on with your life and if you find someone new I won't be upset." Kurt finishes as he looks at me, at the space in front of him. I want to hug him, to wipe away his tears, to make the pain go away but I can't.
"This is stupid" Kurt blurts out as he throws the piece of paper on the floor with it landing just by my feet, I kneel down and try to pick it up but like everything else I can't.
"Ghost's don't exist, Blaine's dead and nothing is going to bring him back" Kurt cries as he runs out of my room. If I was alive I would be after him but I decide to let him be. I can't stand to see him upset and if I could feel my heart beating I'm pretty sure it would be breaking right now.
I don't move for hours as I watch the sunset outside my bedroom window. What's the point? I might as well stay here for all eternity nothing's going to change. It's not like Pinocchio, I'm not going to get a wish and suddenly get turned back into a 'real boy'. No I will stay here and not move.
Hours pass, if I was alive I would be feeling it by now. I miss sleep. I miss drifting off into a world made up by my own imagination where anything can happen. Nothing is too big and it all seems right, you could have a dragon show up and it would be like an everyday occurrence just like going to school. I wish this was a dream, I wish I could wake up from his horrid nightmare. I want out.
The morning arrives and I watch the sun shine through my windows. I can hear my family slowly rise from there slumber. I finally stand up on to my feet. I need to get out of this building, away from all the noise. I run as fast as I can outside into the sunlight. I want to feel its warmth on my face but I can't feel anymore.
"Excuse me son but are you alright?" An old voice says. I freeze, is he talking to me?
"You look a little lost" He says again as I turn around.
"You-you-can..." I reply
"See you? Of course I can!" He replies cheerfully. I try to gulp down air into my lungs but it doesn't work.
"Are you like alive?" I ask, I'm not sure why I'm surprised. This guy could just be like Tommy and I could just freak him out, like I'm some crazy guy or something.
"You must be new to the afterlife, I'm Simon." He says as he puts out his hand for me to shake. I stare at it for a few seconds before I take it.
"I-um-I guess" I reply.
"What's your name son?" He asks as I bite my lip.
"Blaine... sir. Blaine Anderson" I say as I watch him study me like his trying to work out my story, who I am, how I died. I just stand there like my feet are stuck to the floor. After a few seconds I decide it's my turn to ask a question.
"Are you dead to?" I try to put it in the most polite way but it comes off stupid and dumb, of course his dead otherwise why would he have said "You must be new to the afterlife". Well done Blaine you just made a foul of yourself like always brilliant way to start the afterlife. I want to slap myself in the face but I watch as a little smile appears slowly on his face and he laughs.
"Listen kid I understand how you feel, I was in this situation myself when I first died, everyone is. It's a confusing time but you will learn to get used to it."
"But I don't want to learn, I don't want to get used to it. I want my life back" I start to cry.
"I do to but we are dead and life has expired for us we are no longer flesh and blood and the longer we deny it the more it will hurt us. I miss my old life every day, I miss my wife and my kids and my friends and it sounds silly but I miss my job but I had to come to terms with my own mortality. I mean I am kinda pissed since we were promised heaven and all that but maybe this is the time that tests us to see if we are worthy." I try to imagine what his old life must have been like. His older than me, must have been in his mid 40's when he died and he had a lot more to lose then me but it still hurts.
"How long have you been well dead?" I ask.
"5 or 6 years, I kinda stopped counting after the first year. Listen son why don't you stay with me and I'll help you. I know a few other people maybe they can help you get other this to, they did with me."
"Thank you" I reply before I look back to my house sighing .