Look at that bastard going on about his day as if he never manslaughtered the most hottest guy to ever exist at this college. His room is so well organized no wonder he aces all of his classes. I started looking around his room. His closet was all filled with black clothes. His attire is always that same black turtleneck sweater followed by ripped BLACK skinny jeans with chains hanging down from his waist to his back pocket and one of those emo boots. He's covered head to toe. Bro must be embarrassed of his body since he doesn't have a good build like me. I haven't noticed any family pictures in his room. Not a single trace of any family connections or anything. Bro is COMPLETELY alone... His room temperature seems to have gone up a notch. He seems to be noticing the rise in temperature change...As I watched him struggle to cool himself down he ripped off his sweater. His body is so fine and slender, kinda built like a male model. When he took his sweater off I felt my body heating up on the inside. He is so majestically built with his light blue eyes and wavy black hair which go down to his shoulders. Not to mention that scar that lies beneath his left eye... quite mysterious. While looking at him, he looked so free. I watched as he played guitar and he's not that bad. Bro has some potential in something so he isn't that useless. I looked around his room again to find any devious murder plots he plans to have against my friends. I decided to stay at his place so I can investigate him a bit more. I watched him as he studied for an exam. He looked so stressed I could've almost pitied him. But that bastard killed me. After watching him study for three hours he took a break and went on his phone. I sat beside him as he opened up Instagram. He went to the search bar and typed in MY FUCKING NAME! What was he trying to figure out!? He kept looking through my posts and kept smiling. SMILING BECAUSE I'M DEAD! I wanted to strangle him. But being a ghost is hard. He then opened up our conversations that we've had and scrolled through them. Then he started typing something... "Haha you got POISONED🤣" Was he mocking me!? HE KNOWS I AM DEAD. What an asshole. It's funny that people describe him as a "sweet and generous" person. What a lie. All I see is a mistake that his parents made. He suddenly got up and took a bag and left his room. I quickly followed. He went back to the hospital room where I lay dead. He opened the door and got out white roses from his bag and left them beside me. He started rubbing my head and then flipped me off once again and walked away. Why would he do that? Not the flipping me off part, but the rubbing my head part. I took a closer look at the roses to see if the roses could be any harm to my friends. Someone walked in the room and it was my buddy Dan. I was so happy to see him, but being a ghost meant I couldn't interact with anyone "living". I watched as he approached Felix.

" Dude whatcha doing here?"

" Came by and dropped off some roses to acknowledge a death"

" You cared about Xavier?"

" Can't a man be nice and drop off some roses for a fellow who just died?"

" Seems a bit strange for YOU to be acting nice you stupid little goth boy"

" Kindly fuck off" 

" What did you say to me?"

"Kindly. Fuck. OFF"

"Why you little piece of sh–"

Just then the nurses came in which held Dan back from punching Felix. The nurse arrived with my aunt who asked for both Felix and Dan to leave. The nurse handed some ancient artifacts and a big old black book. My aunt nodded as the nurse left. " Oh you poor soul. My favorite niece can't just die. Unacceptable". The old woman is a mess and there's not much help for her. But she is family and I do love her. She started putting candles around me and lighting them up. What in the witchcraft was she doing...? She aggressively put her hand on my chest and started chanting absolute bullshit. It started getting really windy, lights were flickering, the candles burned out, those ancient artifacts were floating, my aunt's chanting got louder and louder, and my ghost self was merging in with my dead body. I woke up again to see my aunt smiling at me. She kept patting my head and I thought I was hallucinating. 

" What the fuck happended" I mumbled. My aunt glared angrily.

" Is that any way to talk to the aunt who brought you back to life?"

What she said put me in complete shock. Is it even possible to bring someone back from the dead? I saw Dan rushing in with happy tears.

" IT IS A MIRACLE!! YOU'RE BACK!!"

" How can this be..."

" DOES IT MATTER!? YOU'RE BACK AND BREATHING BRO"

" I guess so..." 

My aunt continued ranting about how ungrateful I am while me and Dan talked.

" Xavier, now you can get revenge! Punish the bastard that did this to you!"