Author's note: Some of you may have notice that I switched the point of view to third person last chapter, it was on purpose ^^. The idea was to give the scene an impartial effect, so you could see what Kimi was feeling from someone watching. I think it worked, but I'd like to hear your thoughts.

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Chapter 3: False Reality

"It's ok, mom, dad, I'll walk," Kimi told me parents, nodding to an anxious and tired looking Chuckie who smiled back to me.

"It's ok, mom, dad, I'll walk," I told my parents. They were huddled around our car, silent, but now were looking at me. After a few seconds of silence, Chaz nodded his head slightly and got into the car.

"See you at home, Kimi," Mom said.

The night was upon us, and it was a half hour walk back to my home. I don't mind anymore, I love the night. You would think I would be too scared, but in actual fact I feel safer in the dark streets. It doesn't make any sense, I know, but this is how it has been since Tommy. Perhaps it was because Tommy had been abducted in pure daylight. I pulled my purple hood over my head and headed down the street, Tommy beside me, like old times.

"Why didn't you come into the kitchen?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation away from the inevitable.

"Couldn't," Tommy said, "too difficult at the moment."

The comment left me looking at the floor. I felt worse after that, and the world was silent for me for a while, until Tommy started again. "It's great to talk to you again, Kimi," Tommy told me, stopping.

I was taken off guard, and turned slowly. I looked into Tommy's eyes and saw both sincerity and sadness. I stayed, staring at him as the minutes blurred into each eachother, not noticing people giving me strange looks across the road. "You're starting to attract attention," he smirked.

We walked down the road together and before long we were outside my house. I made for the door and grabbed the handle, but before I opened it, I noticed that I was alone. "Tommy?" I said aloud, and turned. Tommy was sitting on the front lawn, facing the road. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Don't you remember," he said, still facing the pavement. "I can't get in house."

"What do you mean?" I asked, perplexed.

"Whenever I open a door to a house, apart from my own, it's just a brick wall, It's like the door was fake," Tommy explained. "The windows are the same, I can see in them, but as soon as I try and get in the windows shut, on their own."

I walked out onto the yard, toward him. "So, what are you going to do?" I asked. "I can wait out with you."

"You can't do that Kimi," Tommy shook his head and looked back over his shoulder. He was smiling, it was strange. "You would draw attention to yourself," he looked back out onto the road. "Quick, Kimi, please, you have to get inside before…" Tommy didn't complete the sentence. I didn't press anymore, he obviously didn't want to talk.

"See you in the morning Tommy," I whispered as another tear sled hotly down my face as I went inside, it was just sadness this time. He was back with me again, it couldn't get any better than that. For the first time in the night, I forgot about the murder and walked upstairs (not bothering to tell Chaz and my mom that I was home). When I reached my room I collapsed on my bed.

Wait, I thought, Tommy was outside. I looked to my window, the moon staring at me in the purple sky. I couldn't stop looking at it and time, once again, blurred into itself as fatigue stole me away.

[xXx]

I was groggy and tired when I rubbed my eyes the following morning. I looked down at my body and saw my duvet pulled up to my neck. Someone must have tucked me in when I fell asleep. It was probably Chuckie; he was the best brother in the world some times. That's unfair; he is always the best brother in the world.

My bed felt like iron, I just couldn't get comfortable. I don't think I have ever been comfortable. Life has a way of doing it, but life seems to have pulled my life out from underneath me with viscous intent. I can sometimes remember snuggling into my bed and "hello kitty" duvet and loving sleep. Now, it's a chore, and a particularly horrific chore at that. It was the dreams.

Dreams haunted me. Every day, every night, daydreams and nightmares wouldn't leave me alone. At night, I was haunted by images of Tommy saying goodbye. Then I watch him leave down the street and my brain invents memories. Sometimes I kill him, and I enjoy it. I used to get up and cry, fighting off the urge to beat myself for being so evil.

Wait a second, Tommy was outside. I blinked and blinked until I could see and threw myself out of bed. I unbuckled my window and leaned out. The morning dew made the grass glisten in the morning sunlight and it shined through Tommy's body. He was lying on his back and at first glance I thought that he was asleep.

I opened my mouth to call and remembered: no one else could see him. I coughed loudly and Tommy jumped up. "Kimi," he smiled, but waved his hands down, "keep quiet!"

"I'll be down in a minute," I whispered, and backed away from the window as he sat down again.

I walked into my bathroom and looked into the mirror. The bags under my eyes were smaller than yesterday and my face had some colour, which was a change. I shivered when a thought went through my head. Am I going insane? Is any of this even real? I didn't believe in ghosts before this. Ironically enough, Tommy and I were talking about whether or not we believed in jokes at school. I said no, and laughed at him when he said he wasn't sure. Wow.

Ten minutes later, after washing and getting dressed, I walked downstairs to find Chuckie already eating. My parents were early workers and had already gone; Chaz went at around four every day. I still don't know how he does it. "Good morning, Kimi," Chuckie said, and shovelled a spoon of cereal into his mouth and reading a maths book. "Did you sleep well?"

"Not really," I said. "You?"

"No," Chuckie replied, not taking his eyes off the book. "Didn't sleep," he told me. I hadn't noticed before, but Chuckie was looking incredibly tired and, well, ill. His face was pale, eyes blank and the skin beneath his eyes was so dark that it you would think that he was wearing eye liner. "I made you a bowl," Chuckie said.

I looked over to the counters and a bowl of cereal, no milk, was on the side. Chuckie didn't need to tell me, he made my cereal every day. Maybe he thought that I'd forgotten. As I sat opposite him a part of me wished that I could tell him what I knew, but he would tell Mom and Dad instantly, through worry.

I was anxious at the table, looking at the clock on the wall. I always eat cereal, I didn't at first, but Chuckie forced me, and if I left early it would just draw attention to me. All of this was just too hard when I was this sleep deprived. "Do you want me to walk with you today?" Chuckie asked, as usual.

I bit my lip. "I just want to be alone today," I whispered. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Chuckie smiled, looking away from his book for the first time since I came down.

I ate my cereal as quickly as possible without Chuckie noticing and grabbed my bag. "You're going then?" Chuckie said.

"Yeah," I replied.

Chuckie looked up again. "Are you ok, Kimi?" he asked, eyeing me carefully. "You seem in a rush."

"Just want to get to school," I told him and turned. "I'll see you later Chuckie, have a good day." I headed out the door and shut it behind me, putting a finger to my lips to silence Tommy, Chuckie could still be listening. I gestured for him to follow me down the street.

We stepped onto the pavement and in the light I had to chance to look at Tommy's body some more. He was translucent, you could just make out the street through him, but human colour (not dark grey like in the movies I mean, that could have sounded quite strange). There was, however, a greyish tinge that brought me back down to the harsh reality, if he was completely normal looking, I could probably lose myself in this false reality. However, nature, God, something isn't that kind.

When we were a safe distance, I plucked up courage and spoke. "Did you have a nice sleep?" I asked.

Tommy laughed. "Good ol' small talk," he replied. "I suppose. How is school? I've been to it many times, watched the lot of you. For some reason I can go into my home and my school, but that's about it."

"Can you leave the town?" I asked, suddenly interested in the fact that he was dead, covering the sadness.

"Yeah," Tommy said, starting to muse. "I leave the town a lot; go on long journeys across the country."

I looked up into the sky, that kind of freedom sounded immense. Wait a second; was I envying Tommy for being dead? That's sick! I shook my head and felt ill. "That's cool," I said, though I could feel my face lose some of its colour. I could feel it; we were losing contact with the world again.

Strangely, the net time I looked up my high school towered before me. It was deserted bar a few stragglers playing with a football and some friends by the computer lab. It was the same people every day. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a little black device. "What's that?" Tommy asked, leaning to get a better view.

I didn't respond at first until I put it in my ear. "It's a hands-free thing," I explained. It had occurred to me when I had woken up, I had to talk to Tommy during the day. "Talking to myself would just attract attention, this way it looks like I'm on the phone. We can't talk in class obviously, but in the halls this would look pretty normal." I was slightly pleased with myself.

"That's great thinking, Kimi," Tommy smiled.

I smirked and headed across the grounds. It was surprisingly misty today and reminded me more and more of movies, this was like a movie. To be honest, this was like a bad movie, but it's not. I'm actually talking to a ghost. I can't believe it but, this is the happiest I have been in such a long time. The demon whose claw was squeezing my heart was letting up.

"It's weird being back at school with someone," Tommy explained. "Being able to talk to someone is so amazing."

"Have you been to school with us before?" I asked.

"Yeah," Tommy said as I opened the front hallway door and walked inside. The schools hall was a stereotypical city school, lockers lining the walls with classrooms dotted around it. It was cold today, but usually the heating was on enough to melt your skin. The school was always loud, with too many students packed together in one place. People bumped into each other and swore, which seemed to lead to fights which I tried to avoid. In the morning, however, the halls were empty and it was strangely peaceful.

"Where are you going to go?" Tommy asked, "Classes don't start for another half hour."

I shrugged. "Not sure at the moment," I said, eying a janitor who was watching me. He looked suspicious until he noticed the earpiece, and went back to his chores. When he was gone I continued. "Might as well kill some time and go to my locker," as soon as the words came out of my mouth I bit my tongue.

I looked slowly over to Tommy, who just smiled. "Don't worry about it Kimi," he said quietly, "you don't need to worry about what you say."

I smiled back, though slightly awkwardly. Regardless of what he said, I had to watch my mouth.

End of Chapter 3

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