Dog Sees God: Ghost AU (CB/Beethoven)
Yo yo this is Dog Sees God fan fiction btw. Lmao I’d call this a sneak peak but it’s like most of the first chapter written. But not all of the chapter. Haha, I just thought I should post it since I’ve been writing it for a long while. So here you go. I hope it’s not too terrible aaaaah Also I don’t have a title for this fan fiction?? Anyone have an idea, I’m terrible at titles.
Beethoven felt himself wake up. As he slowly slipped into consciousness he surprisingly didn’t feel an ache rise to his head, or dread creep up his chest. Like most mornings. As he slowly opened his eyes, they were not crusty and tried with bags hanging under them like always. He was lying down on his back and staring straight up. Bright white was the only visible thing in sight.
Before the thought of heaven really came to mind, Beethoven briefly wondered if he was alive, in a hospital and doctors were the ones shining such a bright light upon him. He wondered if he failed to die. When he overdosed on whatever of his mother’s prescription pills, he dreaded surviving more than anything. He had nothing to live for, and if perhaps, he was alive, he didn’t want to face people looking at him with pity and disgust. Looking at him because there was something wrong with him like, they would after they found out about his father. It would be like CB said before, awkward for everyone, but mostly awkward for Beethoven.
As his vision cleared he got use to his environment . He realized, wherever he was, it wasn’t the real world. Maybe he was in heaven, or this was all a dream. Perhaps he did survive after all and his imagination was occupying him through his slumber. Could he be in a coma? Is it possible to dream whilst in a coma? Beethoven exhaled and tried to slow down his questioning thoughts.
He sat himself up slowly, and it was when he felt absolutely no pain in his hands that Beethoven knew he was dead.
Everything was too real. He lifted his hands and interlocked his fingers, then rested his forehead down upon them. Everything was real, it wasn’t his imagination. His imagination wouldn’t allow him to create a dream such as wonderful as this.
He sighed in what felt like relief. Beethoven couldn’t really pinpoint his emotions right now. But he was dead. Now, what he didn’t know, was where he exactly was. Everything around him was just white.
Was he in heaven? He hoped so. Beethoven didn’t overthink too much about the afterlife when he chugged down the pills. He just thought anywhere but here would be better. His life was no longer worth living. There had to be some sort of redeeming reward for living a life such as his own.
Taking a deep breath, Beethoven rested his shoulders and closed his eyes. He felt relaxed and completely free of stress since what felt like years. He gently smiled. It felt nice.
As soon as he opened his eyes it wasn’t pure white that covered his vision. No, he seemed to be inside a church. He was sitting in a coffin. He looks to his left and faced a couple dozen people sitting on church benches. He looked to his right and there was a glass work are of jesus and the cross.
What the hell? Did he just wake up at his own funeral? Did he just comeback from the dead? Did God gave him a second chance?
After jumping out of the coffin Beethoven looked around. The people in church all seemed saddened, grim or plain bored. Some seemed on the verge of falling asleep. But no one noticed Beethoven as he stood on his feet, facing them all with shock and confusion.
He realized that he wasn’t alive. He was still dead, no one in the room could see him. There couldn’t be any other logical explanation. Beethoven was a ghost.
A priest was speaking as Beethoven continued to stare around his surroundings, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. He was dead right? But still on earth. He came to the conclusion that he was a ghost. Technically. Either that or he rosé from the dead but was completely invisible.
Beethoven looked around to see who he was at his funeral. His mother was there of course, along with a couple of aunts, uncles and cousins who all never talked to Beethoven all that much. He still appreciated their presence.
Beethoven smiled fondly when he saw his grandmother and his cousin Ashley. They were the only two people who really engaged with him during family reunions. His grandmother was nice. When she would visit she would tell him stories as he played the piano. And Ashley was genuinely kind to him, not rude or dismissive. And they both didn’t treat Beethoven differently after his entire family found out about him and his father. It was a shame that Beethoven didn’t see the two much.
But they were present at his funeral, and Beethoven was appreciative and felt a faint feeling of happiness. If there were any family members he wanted to be at his funeral, it was those two.
However, now Beethoven busied himself by looking for someone else. CB. He started walking around the church, scanning each row of people sitting down on the wooden benches, in search for CB. Who was… his boyfriend. And his friend.
CB’s sister was there, which Beethoven probably should’ve expected. And surprisingly, Marcy and Tricia were there. Beethoven grimaced when he saw Matt’s face. Excluding CB’s sister, they we’re all probably forced to go to the funeral by their parents. But CB wasn’t present.
Then everyone started walking outside and people were caring his coffin to his gravestone. Beethoven almost shivered at the thought of being locked in a coffin and buried alive deep under ground. Unable to escape. He much would have rather been cremated.
But Beethoven didn’t think about that too much. He walked outside with the rest of everyone. It was bright outside but surprisingly not enough to harm Beethoven’s eyes. As he walked with the group of people, going completely unnoticed, he circled around them and searched for CB. Eyes scanning the same people over and over.
Beethoven eventually came an unenviable conclusion, CB, his boyfriend, his only friend, the only person to ever truly make him happy for the first time in years, didn’t show up show up to his funeral. And that hurt.
After the vows, the funeral was over and everyone left. Beethoven decided to follow CB’s sister home. It sounded stalker-ish, creepy, but Beethoven felt like he had to see CB.
Beethoven’s been to CB’s house only once. And it was the night of the party, after they kissed and slept together.
Once they arrived at the sibling’s home, CB’s sister opened the door. And they walked inside. The place looked cleaned than it did when Beethoven first… visited. Perhaps because CB’s parents were actually present.
CB’s sister walked upstairs than down the hall to what Beethoven assumed was her room. He slowly followed her up the stairs and stopped when he got to the top. He was very hesitant to see CB and didn’t exactly know why. Beethoven took a deep breath and closed his eyes. It was surprisingly easy to relax himself. He opened his eyes and began to slowly approach CB’s door.
Then CB’s sister walked right through him. Beethoven jumped in shock- not use to the feeling of people fading though him. He had more questions, so he was invisible and untouchable to humans and all life, but not to objects? Because he still felt the ground on his feet, the clothes on his back.
Beethoven’s wonders were soon forgotten fort the moment when he saw CB’s sister at her brother’s door. She looked hesitant. Beethoven walked up to her as she turned the door knob and opened the door. She took two steps in and was hesitant to speak.
Beethoven stood at the end of the door as he looked around CB’s room. It took a moment for him to realize CB was on the bed, body completely covered by blankets. He was facing the opposite side of the doorway. The room seemed more messy than what Beethoven last remembered.
“CB.” She finally spoke.
“What?” CB grumbled in an irritated but mainly exhausted voiced.
Beethoven stood there at the door as he watched the siblings exchange.
“You- you should come to school tomorrow. It’s been almost a week and- and…” She trailed off. “Mom and Dad want you to go back tomorrow, okay? I’m sorry it’s just-”
“Fine.” He cut her off. “Whatever.” And CB’s sister still stayed there. CB could feel her presence. “You can go now.”
“CB,” She walked towards him. “I know it’s hard, because you two were close-” And attempted to comfort her older brother.
“I don’t care.”
“And- you did care about him. He was your friend-”
“Sally.” CB shuffled through the blankets awkwardly as he turned around and glared at her. “Just- just leave okay?” Just leave it, I don’t want to talk about him, okay? Beethoven frowned. CB looked exhausted, depressed, lost.
CB’s sister only looked at him sadly as she tried to ignore the irritation she felt due to her brother. He was grieving after all. She huffed and turned around “Fine. Whatever, Charles.” Beethoven watch her as she lazily waved her hand and walked out.
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