Lucas wasn’t in a shock. He wasn’t confused. He wasn’t even scared, not anymore. He understood he was dead. He knew he was weirdly cool with it. He knew he should’ve been sad or panicking or mad or something like that. But he wasn’t. He was curious.
“Let’s see what I can do”, Lucas said to himself. He had became curious of what he can and cannot do when he realised he couldn’t touch the living.
He was in Ronald’s bedroom, watching how his best friend was getting ready for Lucas’ funeral. It was supposed to be a sad day, but Lucas couldn’t feel the sadness; he was too excited about the fact that he was able to see the living world, hear it and walk in it. He had been so afraid, that dying meant darkness and emptiness. But it didn’t. He was still part of the living world, even though everything was blurry and hazy around him.
He tried pushing Ronald’s ugly and geeky Spiderman bed sheets off of the bed, but they didn’t move, instead his hands went straight through them. That didn’t put Lucas down, however. He moved past Ronald to the door that was open and tried to kick it. Instead of hitting the door, his leg went straight through it.
“So that’s how it is, huh?” Lucas said to no one in particular. “I can’t do anything?”
He turned to look at Ronald who had dark suit on and he looked devastated. He had dark circles around his eyes, his hair was messy and he was even paler than usually.
“Ronald, I’m okay”, Lucas said but it was no surprise that Ronald didn’t hear him. “Can you please hear me? I’m okay. I mean, I’m dead, but I’m okay.”
No answer came and Lucas sighed in frustration.
“Ron? Are you ready?” Mrs. Quinn walked through Lucas and straight up to Ronald. “We should get going, sweetie...”
Lucas put his hand on his chest, half expecting it to go through it, but it was solid. His hand rested on his chest and didn’t go through it. It was weird that Mrs. Quinn had gone through him just like that.
“Lucas, you idiot”, Lucas said to himself. “You’re a spirit.”
“I’m ready”, Lucas heard Ronald say, and he turned his eyes back on his best friend. “Is Dad ready?”
Lucas wasn’t surprised, and neither was Ronald, when Mrs. Quinn started babbling about how Mr. Quinn had been called out for work in the last minute and he wouldn’t make it to the funeral.
“Figures”, Lucas and Ronald said at the same time, and Lucas grinned but then he realised, that he was the only one who had heard them say it in unison and he sighed again in frustration.
He watched how Ronald and Mrs. Quinn walked out of the bedroom and he didn’t follow them.
By now Lucas had learned a few things about this… place that he was in. He called it the Spirit world.
Firstly, he could appear anywhere he wanted if he just thought about it hard enough.
Secondly, most of the time when he didn’t concentrate on anyone or didn’t want to see anyone, he could block everything out of his head and be in a blurry place, where there was no time – or if there was, it worked differently.
Lucas looked around in Ronald’s room and then he decided to leave. He didn’t want to miss his own funeral.
The funeral was crazy. Not like crazy, crazy but definitely crazy… And creepy. Lucas felt uncomfortable watching how people were crying (because of him), hugging each other (because of him) and exchanging their apologies (because of him). People spoke so kindly about Lucas, no one had a single bad word to say about him. It seemed fake. Half of the people Lucas didn’t even know properly, much less liked them all.
The only thing that really got to him, was seeing how his family broke down crying during Ronald’s speech. Lucas felt the need to laugh, cry, smile and scream when Ronald opened his mouth and started talking.
“Hi, everyone”, Ronald said, his voice echoing around the church. Lucas could see his hands were trembling, but his voice was steady. “I’m Ronald Quinn, Lucas’ best friend.”
Lucas smiled and walked closer to Ronald; he wanted to see his face while the lad talked.
“We knew each other for a long time, Lucas and I”, Ronald said and smiled. “We were very different but the few things that we had in common bind us together and made us best friends.”
“Video games”, Lucas said automatically to himself.
“Video games”, Ronald’s voice said loudly as his gaze went around the church, but it never once focused on Lucas.
He can’t see you, Lucas had to remind himself. You’re dead, Lucas. This is your funeral.
“Movies”, Ronald said, “and our habit to eat all the popcorns before the movie even starts.”
A few people chuckled at that. Lucas smiled and rubbed his eyes, trying not to cry. Why did he had to be so emotional even in the fucking afterlife?
“I was always a wallflower, and I have to say I am the luckiest boy in the world for I got the change to know Lucas Boyd. He was everything you could hope for; funny, loyal...”, Ronald took a pause and grinned sadly, which made Lucas’ heart hurt. “And an awfully sore loser.”
“I am not!” Lucas yelled, smiling. He wasn’t surprised that no one heard him, he was getting used to that by now, but it frustrated him anyway.
A few people chuckled again but many were also crying. Lucas couldn’t take it anymore, he didn’t want to see his funeral anymore, because he hated it. He hated every part of it, except Ronald’s speech. Everything blurred around him and Ronald’s voice faded away as Lucas walked out of the church and to the cemetery. He sat on the bench, wondering; why did he not go through the bench? It was a mystery Lucas would probably never solve, but it was nice to know that he could still sit. Not that he got tired or anything, because he didn’t. He never got tired physically, nor did he sleep.
Someone sat next to him, sighing loudly. It was Ronald. Lucas felt his heart beating and for a second he thought Ronald had seen him, but no. Ronald was staring at nothing.
Lucas examined his face but he couldn’t tell what Ronald was thinking. Was he sad? Stressed? Depressed? What was he feeling? Lucas stood up and kneeled in front of Ronald, staring him into eyes and said: “Ronald? If you can hear me, I want you to know that I’m okay.”
No response, Ronald didn’t even blink. Lucas rolled his eyes and stood up. That’s when Ramsey Barlow materialised next to Ronald, completely out of nowhere, but Ronald didn’t even flinch.
A silent moment, and after that Ronald opened his mouth and said: “This is his fault, he made this happen. It’s because of him that Lucas is gone.”
“Not gone, exactly”, Lucas commented. “And are you… talking about Ransley?”
“You know he tried to protect Lucas”, said Ramsey. “You were going to attack Lucas, and Ransley stepped in between the two of you and protected him by attacking you.”
Lucas didn’t hear the rest of Ramsey’s sentence, because his ears were ringing. They were talking about Ransley! Lucas didn’t know why it affected him so much. Like, sure, he had loved Ransley, probably still did, but the last thing he remembered asking Ransley was “You killed your family?” to which he never got an answer because right after that Ransley and Ronald had turned into werewolves, so maybe that explained a bit about how complicated their relationship had been and why hearing Ransley’s name made Lucas’ heart beat faster.
“Are you seriously taking his side right now?!”, Ronald’s angry voice pierced through Lucas ears and he focused on Ronald and Ramsey again. “Are you seriously telling me this is my fault?!”
“It was my fault, if you want to blame someone”, Lucas said. “Do you hear me, Ronald? It was my fault!”
Lucas realised he was missing parts of the conversation because he wasn’t concentrating on Ronald and Ramsey so everything turned blurry, but when he got his focus back, Ronald was angrily yelling at Ramsey, which was surprising and Lucas didn’t know whether he should be proud of Ronald or terrified that the lad was stupid enough to yell at Ramsey freaking Barlow.
“Do you know why you still haven’t managed to kill Ransley? It’s because he’s your little brother! You’re not really even trying because deep down you don’t want to kill him”, Ronald was breathing heavily when he finally quieted down and Lucas had a bad feeling.
“That’s not–“
“But you know what?” Ronald said and Lucas couldn’t miss the unusually cold look on his best friend’s eyes. “If you won’t kill him, I will.”
No, Lucas thought and then opened his mouth, “No, Ron!”
Ronald couldn’t hear him.
“Let’s see what I can do”, Lucas said to himself. He had became curious of what he can and cannot do when he realised he couldn’t touch the living.
He was in Ronald’s bedroom, watching how his best friend was getting ready for Lucas’ funeral. It was supposed to be a sad day, but Lucas couldn’t feel the sadness; he was too excited about the fact that he was able to see the living world, hear it and walk in it. He had been so afraid, that dying meant darkness and emptiness. But it didn’t. He was still part of the living world, even though everything was blurry and hazy around him.
He tried pushing Ronald’s ugly and geeky Spiderman bed sheets off of the bed, but they didn’t move, instead his hands went straight through them. That didn’t put Lucas down, however. He moved past Ronald to the door that was open and tried to kick it. Instead of hitting the door, his leg went straight through it.
“So that’s how it is, huh?” Lucas said to no one in particular. “I can’t do anything?”
He turned to look at Ronald who had dark suit on and he looked devastated. He had dark circles around his eyes, his hair was messy and he was even paler than usually.
“Ronald, I’m okay”, Lucas said but it was no surprise that Ronald didn’t hear him. “Can you please hear me? I’m okay. I mean, I’m dead, but I’m okay.”
No answer came and Lucas sighed in frustration.
“Ron? Are you ready?” Mrs. Quinn walked through Lucas and straight up to Ronald. “We should get going, sweetie...”
Lucas put his hand on his chest, half expecting it to go through it, but it was solid. His hand rested on his chest and didn’t go through it. It was weird that Mrs. Quinn had gone through him just like that.
“Lucas, you idiot”, Lucas said to himself. “You’re a spirit.”
“I’m ready”, Lucas heard Ronald say, and he turned his eyes back on his best friend. “Is Dad ready?”
Lucas wasn’t surprised, and neither was Ronald, when Mrs. Quinn started babbling about how Mr. Quinn had been called out for work in the last minute and he wouldn’t make it to the funeral.
“Figures”, Lucas and Ronald said at the same time, and Lucas grinned but then he realised, that he was the only one who had heard them say it in unison and he sighed again in frustration.
He watched how Ronald and Mrs. Quinn walked out of the bedroom and he didn’t follow them.
By now Lucas had learned a few things about this… place that he was in. He called it the Spirit world.
Firstly, he could appear anywhere he wanted if he just thought about it hard enough.
Secondly, most of the time when he didn’t concentrate on anyone or didn’t want to see anyone, he could block everything out of his head and be in a blurry place, where there was no time – or if there was, it worked differently.
Lucas looked around in Ronald’s room and then he decided to leave. He didn’t want to miss his own funeral.
The funeral was crazy. Not like crazy, crazy but definitely crazy… And creepy. Lucas felt uncomfortable watching how people were crying (because of him), hugging each other (because of him) and exchanging their apologies (because of him). People spoke so kindly about Lucas, no one had a single bad word to say about him. It seemed fake. Half of the people Lucas didn’t even know properly, much less liked them all.
The only thing that really got to him, was seeing how his family broke down crying during Ronald’s speech. Lucas felt the need to laugh, cry, smile and scream when Ronald opened his mouth and started talking.
“Hi, everyone”, Ronald said, his voice echoing around the church. Lucas could see his hands were trembling, but his voice was steady. “I’m Ronald Quinn, Lucas’ best friend.”
Lucas smiled and walked closer to Ronald; he wanted to see his face while the lad talked.
“We knew each other for a long time, Lucas and I”, Ronald said and smiled. “We were very different but the few things that we had in common bind us together and made us best friends.”
“Video games”, Lucas said automatically to himself.
“Video games”, Ronald’s voice said loudly as his gaze went around the church, but it never once focused on Lucas.
He can’t see you, Lucas had to remind himself. You’re dead, Lucas. This is your funeral.
“Movies”, Ronald said, “and our habit to eat all the popcorns before the movie even starts.”
A few people chuckled at that. Lucas smiled and rubbed his eyes, trying not to cry. Why did he had to be so emotional even in the fucking afterlife?
“I was always a wallflower, and I have to say I am the luckiest boy in the world for I got the change to know Lucas Boyd. He was everything you could hope for; funny, loyal...”, Ronald took a pause and grinned sadly, which made Lucas’ heart hurt. “And an awfully sore loser.”
“I am not!” Lucas yelled, smiling. He wasn’t surprised that no one heard him, he was getting used to that by now, but it frustrated him anyway.
A few people chuckled again but many were also crying. Lucas couldn’t take it anymore, he didn’t want to see his funeral anymore, because he hated it. He hated every part of it, except Ronald’s speech. Everything blurred around him and Ronald’s voice faded away as Lucas walked out of the church and to the cemetery. He sat on the bench, wondering; why did he not go through the bench? It was a mystery Lucas would probably never solve, but it was nice to know that he could still sit. Not that he got tired or anything, because he didn’t. He never got tired physically, nor did he sleep.
Someone sat next to him, sighing loudly. It was Ronald. Lucas felt his heart beating and for a second he thought Ronald had seen him, but no. Ronald was staring at nothing.
Lucas examined his face but he couldn’t tell what Ronald was thinking. Was he sad? Stressed? Depressed? What was he feeling? Lucas stood up and kneeled in front of Ronald, staring him into eyes and said: “Ronald? If you can hear me, I want you to know that I’m okay.”
No response, Ronald didn’t even blink. Lucas rolled his eyes and stood up. That’s when Ramsey Barlow materialised next to Ronald, completely out of nowhere, but Ronald didn’t even flinch.
A silent moment, and after that Ronald opened his mouth and said: “This is his fault, he made this happen. It’s because of him that Lucas is gone.”
“Not gone, exactly”, Lucas commented. “And are you… talking about Ransley?”
“You know he tried to protect Lucas”, said Ramsey. “You were going to attack Lucas, and Ransley stepped in between the two of you and protected him by attacking you.”
Lucas didn’t hear the rest of Ramsey’s sentence, because his ears were ringing. They were talking about Ransley! Lucas didn’t know why it affected him so much. Like, sure, he had loved Ransley, probably still did, but the last thing he remembered asking Ransley was “You killed your family?” to which he never got an answer because right after that Ransley and Ronald had turned into werewolves, so maybe that explained a bit about how complicated their relationship had been and why hearing Ransley’s name made Lucas’ heart beat faster.
“Are you seriously taking his side right now?!”, Ronald’s angry voice pierced through Lucas ears and he focused on Ronald and Ramsey again. “Are you seriously telling me this is my fault?!”
“It was my fault, if you want to blame someone”, Lucas said. “Do you hear me, Ronald? It was my fault!”
Lucas realised he was missing parts of the conversation because he wasn’t concentrating on Ronald and Ramsey so everything turned blurry, but when he got his focus back, Ronald was angrily yelling at Ramsey, which was surprising and Lucas didn’t know whether he should be proud of Ronald or terrified that the lad was stupid enough to yell at Ramsey freaking Barlow.
“Do you know why you still haven’t managed to kill Ransley? It’s because he’s your little brother! You’re not really even trying because deep down you don’t want to kill him”, Ronald was breathing heavily when he finally quieted down and Lucas had a bad feeling.
“That’s not–“
“But you know what?” Ronald said and Lucas couldn’t miss the unusually cold look on his best friend’s eyes. “If you won’t kill him, I will.”
No, Lucas thought and then opened his mouth, “No, Ron!”
Ronald couldn’t hear him.
