Ghost are real

Lina's PoV)

my step father had left and I was alone with the four boys I thought I'd never see again. Ray, he had always been fairly quiet and kept mostly to himself, didn't seem to do much aside from sit in my room and mess around with the things he could touch. Ghosts can't touch certain things, anything water related is a no, a pillow? Nope but oh anything magnetized or metallic? Yup. Something about their past brainwave activity and the current that was always in the air. Mikey, poker faced nearly emotionless little guy didn't seem to do much when he was alive, but noooo once he died he decided it would be the prefect time to play video games since he could practically cheat his way to victory with his own dang mind. Gerard, the coffee addict never quite got over his obsession with the black liquid. Or his beloved comic books which I had to hold for him to even read. I had actually hooked up a pretty cool system, putting old chains underneath the book and then gluing a little piece of metal on each page so he could tune the pages and read at his pleasure. Same goes for drawing and other things he said he simply couldn't be dead without. Then Frank, always there as my protector and best friend as a young child. Hiding me as I cried and making useless promises that would be broken the next month. He hadn't changed much since he'd been alive and murdered. He would be there to comfort me or scare the hair out of anyone who came into my home. He never left my side and I honestly didn't mind.

About two months after I first met the boys in their ghostly form Frank confessed something... Something huge and I honestly still had a hard time grasping it.
"Lee lee?" He called walking through my door. "Yup that's me, whatcha want Frankie? Hey that rhymed!" I said smiling sitting up and grabbing the metallic sheet beside my bed so he could sit down without sitting on the springs at the bottom of my mattress. "You know how we were murdered right?" He said looking for any sign of recollection of memory in my eyes. I nodded and looked back at him. "We...I... I'm not saying that I ever want you to die and I'm not saying I want you to. No matter how much I love you." He paused to carries my cheek his hand simply floating though my skin. "How much we love each other, I can't let you die. It's simply gruesome and honestly you deserve to live." I let tears fall down my face and watched as he sighed and held my hand the metal rings on my fingers allowing it. "I'm not even sure I should be doing this but...if you want I...I can share the memory of my death with you." He said visibly shaking. He turned pale and his ghostly figure started twitching slightly ghostly blood pouring out of bullet holes long gone. "I want to know." I say swallowing the lump in my throat. "Okay." He says his voice distant his eyes hollow. "It will hurt." He says leaning in to my head and sharing the memory of his death.

rain. Cold hard rain dripping down my back, covering my entire body. "fuckin' rain." The mumble of Franks voice said as he-I walked along. I was seeing Franks death from his point of view...great. Jersey wasn't the safest place to live, in fact it was probably the worst. A long days work at the nearest department store had worn frank-me out. He-I was stumbling and couldn't exactly find his-my way through the pouring rain. "Need help?" A gruff voice asked his car lights shining brightly in my eyes. Any smart person would turn down his offer but he-I was wet, cold, and tired so he-I stupidly accepted. "Thanks man." I said. The man let out a "mmmhmmm" and kept driving. "Out." I did as he said and got out regretting that decision. He shot me in the leg and I groaned. "Money now!" The man barked over the lightning and thunder. I groaned in pain my leg bleeding. "I said gimme your fuckin money punk!" The man growled shooting me in the stomach. I screamed and collapsed to the ground. "Idiot." He growled shooting me in the head. Pain, immense terrible pain. Bleeding out even after my brain had shut down, hearing the bastard searching my corpse for money as my hearing faded. Watching as he drive off leaving my cold dead body. The bastard was kind enough to shut my eyes and put my body in a straight position so my body wouldn't harden in an awkward position. The police came and I wandered around lost for words begging for anyone to hear me. "MOM?! LISTEN TO ME I'M HERE!" I screamed at her crying face during my funeral. Weeks, months, hours, days, time didn't matter and the concept was over rated. Dead come and go as they please reliving their death every once in a while to regain some color to their life after they've gone.

Frank pulled out of my mind and I collapsed on my bed emotionally, mentally, and physically drained from the memory. "Sorry." Frank said softly leaving me alone to feel where the bullets were in his body. I grew tired and soon fell asleep too tired to do anything else

Notes

So! First chapter on this fan fic, hope you don't mind K kinda took that into my hands and delivered his death (murder) so yea :]