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Underlines are writing, text, print, etc.
Mikey's pov

On a dirty boat I stood along side my fellow soldiers. The rain had just began to fall as each one of us impatiently waited for this boat ride to end. What happened afterwards could either be for the better or for the worst. The shores of Normandy had now shown itself in the misty ocean horizon.

Gerard, my older brother, stood beside me. He held the same sense of anxiety as everyone else on the boat. Just like the green garbs we wore on our backs and silver dog tags hung from our necks. My gaze shifted towards his rifle, shaking in his trembling hands.

"You okay, Gee?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm just nervous." He answered.

"Aren't we all?" Our mutual friend, Frank, spoke from in front of us. He turned and nervously smiled.

The short statured man in front of us was right. If the boat hadn't been sloshing around already, it would've been shaking about just from our nervous bones. But it was different with Gerard. The invasion of Normandy would be his first time shouting orders more than taking them. I couldn't blame him.

Why should he be in this position? He's a good soldier... but... he's shaking in his boots... I can't imagine what's going through his head right now...

"Hey Gerard," The medic and also mutual friend, Ray began, standing in front of Gerard, "You're going to do great out there. You're an amazing soldier, why would this be any different?"

"Thanks Ray, I'll try my best not to let you down."

"Yeah well, just promise not to get me killed, alright, Way?" Frank spoke with a smirk.

"I can assure you that we'll all be home safe in just a few months. Gerard's going to do just fine out there." I said.

"We can only hope I will," Gerard said. The beach only came closer and closer with each word spoken, "If anything happens to you guys out there, just know, you're a really good group of men. I hope to see you in the outside world one day. And Mikey?" He does this every time we go into combat... we're going to be fine...

"Yeah?"

"I love you. You're the best little brother I could ask for." I nodded.

"I love you too Gee," The boat pulled up to the beach, "See you guys on the other side." As soon as the words left my lips, the boat landed, and the platform crashed down into the ocean water. The invasion of Normandy had begun.

Everyone on the boat, including me, ran down the platform, screaming. Bullets had already began firing from the other side as we trudged through the water and muddy banks. Men around us were shot down in merely seconds. I just kept running as the sound of bullets firing rang through the air, over and over again.

Quickly, I took cover behind these big metal cross pieces along the beach, I can't recall their names at the moment. With my rain drop covered rifle shaking in my hands, I aimed, and fired at the enemy. I kept my attention on my duty, away from the fallen soldiers surrounding me.

"Mikey!" I turned to see Gerard, yelling at me, "Pull forward!" I nodded, taking one last look before running away from my cover. At this point I was pretty sure Gerard was yelling at me more, but I couldn't hear amongst the thunder and rain and gun shots.

And then, it happened. I was shot, in the chest. The pain was immense as I fell to the wet sand, screaming in agony. I only wanted the pain to end. Ray came to my side, bringing me to cover, and doing his best to patch me up, but I knew all too well that I was done for.

"Mikey!" I watched through my wet, sand tinted glasses as Gerard ran to my side, "I'm so sorry," He sobbed, "Mikey..." Frank was doing his best to hold my brother back and away so he wouldn't get shot as well, "No..." All I could do was scream in pain.

"C'mon, Mikey, c'mon, you can get through this," My eyes began to get heavier and heavier, "Mikey please..." I used the last of my strength to look over at my older brother one last time.

"Gerard..." I coughed, holding down painful wails, "It'll be okay... everything will... will be alright..."

"No it won't! Mikey, c'mon..." The tears of my older brother fell over my face, mixing in with the sand and ocean water. With one last look up into the hazel eyes that matched mine, everything went black.

No more loud gunshots. No more agonizing pain. No more sand or tears. It was all gone, submerged into the darkness that now consumed me.

Well, up until I opened my eyes again. Once I did that, I couldn't tell what I was looking at. What the hell happened to me!? The invasion... Gerard... the sand... holy shit... I was shot! Then... where am I now?

I tilted my head slightly, then, finally, figured it out. Am I in my house!? How'd I get here? What happened?

My body felt strange as I sat up in bed. Something felt off. I was shot... did they send me home? They must have... Why? I don't even feel it anymore... the others must still be out there... ugh...

Once I pulled myself out of bed, I wandered around my house like any other day. Up until something caught my eye. As I stepped into the kitchen, I noticed, an array of flowers and things laying across the kitchen table. What stood out to me most was a photograph of Gerard and I. I grabbed it, examining our black and white uniforms as we stood beside each other, smiling. This was just before we were shipped off... to war...

The smile soon vanished as I felt a heavy sadness come through my body. I couldn't tell why. My fingers grazed against the flowers left. Strangely, they were all wilted. I picked up a purple pansy, but the dry petals delicately drifted onto the table. Weird...

Before I could think much of it, I heard the front door handle jiggle. My head shot up, and I dropped the flower. Who could that be?

Curious about the intruder, I walked out of the kitchen, and stood in front of the front door, just a few feet away. The door swung open, and there appeared, an older woman with dark hair.

"... the house was built in the early forties, but has been remodeled quite a few times." She spoke, not even seeing me.

"The forties? So like, world war two?" And there she was. Walking just behind the older lady was a girl around my age. It only took one look for me to feel fuzzy. Damn... she's so pretty... who is she?

"Yeah, a soldier actually used to live here." She hummed.

"Cool..." The girl then shivered. why don't they see me?

"Why's it so cold?" Asked the pretty girl.

"The heating and cooling must be broken. You can get that fixed easily." They have no idea I'm here... why?

"So, anyways, as you can see, as soon as you walk in you're met with this very large living space." what's happening? Why're they in my house?

"I like the dark hardwood." She gazed around and up towards the stairs, opposite the front door so the bottom of the stairs faced the kitchen.

"Oh good," The lady walked over to the back wall where the tv sat, "Through here is a bathroom." She opened the door in the far left corner against said back wall. The girl poked her head in.

"This is nice."

"Uhuh," They stepped out of the bathroom and walked into the square kitchen, open, and opposite the living room's back wall. I followed, perplexed by the situation.

"Here we have the kitchen." The lady explained, showing off the grey linoleum floors and minimal counter space. In the middle sat the square kitchen table, with two chairs sat across from each other, and the flowers littering the top.

"What's this?" The pretty girl asked, referring to the flowers, photographs, and anything else laying there.

"Oh, we can get rid of this. It was a little memorial for a fallen soldier." The girl furrowed her brows.

"Fallen soldier?" The woman nodded, not wanting to get into it.

"Anyways," The woman pulled the girl away and towards the kitchen back wall. Beside the refrigerator was a door leading to the backyard. The woman led the girl out there. I only poked my head out, "The backyard is fairly large." As the woman spoke, the girl wandered around, coming to the right side of the back wall.

"Outside washer and dryer?" The girl asked. The woman nodded.

"You can move those inside if you'd like."

"No no, it's kinda cool," The girl sat up on the dryer, looking towards the unfenced yard, "How much of this area would be mine?"

"To that tree." I gazed out towards the tree two yards away. The tree... I used to read there... before the war...

"Cool..." The woman began towards the door. I backed away.

"Y/n," The girl jumped down and followed the older lady, "Upstairs is the master bedroom, spare bedroom, bathroom, and closet." Pretty girl shivered as soon as she entered the home.

"Alright..." They left the kitchen with me close behind and went up the stairs.

"So," We stood in the carpeted foyer with the wall looking like a large, cut in half, octagon, "Straight ahead is the bedroom, to the left is the bathroom that connects to the bedroom. The closet is to the right of the bedroom with the spare on the closet's right."

"Cool..." She wandered through each room, but I slipped into my bedroom before either of them could. This is my room... my things...

I dug through the drawers to find nothing in them. My things... my clothes... where have they gone!? Surely my bass is still-

My eyes gazed to the normal spot my bass sat. It was gone. What is happening!? Where's my bass!? My clothes!? This is so strange...

The bedroom door opened. I just sat in the middle of the floor, head in hands, as my mind buzzed with questions.

"Oh I like the window." She was referring to the large window on the right wall with the little bench beneath. Why can't they see me? Is this some sort of sick, twisted dream?

As soon as I gazed up at them, the girl walked through me. She didn't notice a thing. I ran my hands through my hair, bewildered by it all. What's happening!?

Now I was on the brink of tears from how unnerved I had become from everything. What has happened? Why are they here? Why can't they see me? Where's Gerard? Where's Frank and Ray? Are they still at war? Are we still at war? It's still 1944... right!?

I hadn't even realized that they had left the room. Quickly, I jumped up, hearing their voices from the kitchen, I dashed down the stairs. Once I stood at the bottom, the girl was staring at me. Oh please tell me she can see me...

"Did you hear that?" The girl asked the woman.

"Hear what?"

"It sounded as if someone was running down the stairs." The woman laughed. She can hear me!

"Oh it was probably nothing," Pretty girl tore her gaze away, now looking to the kitchen counter, "So, any thoughts?"

"I like it. I really do. Yeah, I think I'll take it." Pretty girl said. Quietly, I stepped closer to them, eyeing the papers scattered around the short kitchen counter.

"Good," They talked a little longer while signing papers and things.

"...what's today?" Pretty girl asked.

"June fifth I believe." The fifth!? Normandy...

"Right," I gazed over pretty girl's shoulder. June fifth two thousand four!? Holy shit... seriously, what happened!?

"When can I move in?"

"Whenever you'd like." The woman slid over the key to the house.

"Sick, thanks," After a moment more of talking, they both left the house. I pressed my back against the bedroom wall, and slid down with my fingers in my hair. What the hell happened to me?

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Omg it's a new book ahhhhh this is so exciting!! Also, happy New Years everyone :) this is a little New Years present from me to you. I hope you enjoy it. I cannot wait to show you what I have planned for this baby. Seriously, it's gonna be fun as hell. Idk how many of you guys have read my other ghost book Visitant(Ryan Ross x ghost reader) but if you have the ghost rules are mostly gonna stay the same. If not that's ok the powers and rules n stuff will be shown throughout the book. Anyways, Have a spectacular day~peace out cheesebags