Jamie P.O.V

I leave the retirement home where Lizzy has just died. There is no longer a reason for me to stay. She wants me to start living my life. Now I can finally start.

I roam around town. The city has only gotten worse with time, which makes me sad. I've watched New York evolve and become what it is today. Not everything is bad, but it's not all good either.

I'm not sure where to begin. I walk around town, but everyone walks through me. They feel cold afterward, but it leaves me feeling empty. It's as if they take a part of me.

I keep walking until I cannot take being walked through anymore. It bothers me that no one can see me at all. They all just go through me. None of them even think twice. This is the ultimate torture of death.

I never realized how bad it could be. It was okay at first because Lizzy could see me. She could talk to me. Now no one can talk to me or see me. Perhaps this is my punishment.

Several days pass like this. Nothing changes. I am still not being seen by anyone. It hurts and makes me crave attention, but I cannot have it. No one will give it to me.

'I wish to be seen. If only I wasn't dead. If only people could see me. I would do anything for someone, anyone, to see me. Unfortunately being dead means that only certain people can see me. If the world was different then being dead wouldn't be such a bad thing.'

The years continue to pass in what feels like minutes. In reality, it's been about thirty years. It is now 2020. I have died one century ago and I am still roaming the Earth.

'Why have I not moved on? Why can I not find any other ghosts? Surely I am not the only dead person who has not moved on? But it has been a hundred years and I have not encountered another dead person. Perhaps my punishment is to be alone forever.'

I walk the streets like I have for the past one-hundred-twenty years. That's how long I have existed. I've been deceased for one-hundred of those years, but even when I was alive it was practically the same.

'In life I was alone. Lizzy was my only friend and the only person I ever really liked to be around. Perhaps I should have broadened my horizon a bit. Maybe then I wouldn't be in this mess. This must be punishment for wanting the love of a man.'

To pass the time I sit on the high ledges of buildings and simply stare off into space. I've come to terms with the fact that no one can see me. I will be invisible to the world for the rest of my existence. No one will ever acknowledge the fact that I exist. I am invisible.

I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. This afterlife has been torture. I can't come up with any other reason for me to still be on Earth other than for my torture.

When I was with Lizzy I was happy. I got to see her be happy with her family. Now she's gone and her family has moved on too. She's been gone since 1987, but it still feels like it was just a few days ago.

I stare down at the ground and sigh. No one would know if I jumped. It wouldn't even hurt me. I cannot die if I am already dead. The thought of jumping is interesting. Knowing that I will not die makes me want to go through with it.

I stand on the ledge and look down. If my heart still beat it would be racing at this moment. Something about this makes me nervous. I've never done something like this before. I am almost worried that I will die again, even though that is not possible.

Something that is dead cannot die again. That's not how it works. Once you're dead that is it. You do not die again. You're supposed to move on to Heaven or Hell, but for whatever reason, I have not. I wish I could move on, but I don't know how.

The ledge is a good hundred feet up. It would be enough to kill someone, but not me. I am not someone who's looking to die. I am someone looking to be noticed. Unfortunately, no one can see the dead. It's been so long. Only special people can see me.

I step off the ledge and plummet down towards the ground. Even in death gravity can still pull me down. I feel weightless during my fall. It's almost peaceful. Perhaps this is why people choose to end their lives this way. It's almost relaxing.

As quickly as the fall starts, it is over. I hit the ground. Well, it's actually more like I go through the ground. I stand up and sigh, looking up at where I just threw myself off of the building. It doesn't seem like such a quick fall, but it is.

I look around at the people walking the streets. None of them saw that I just jumped to what would have been my death if I could die that is. No one could see me, even if I screamed to the top of my lungs, or ripped my heart out, or put a bullet in my skull right in front of them. No one would be able to see my pain.

I feel my eyes start to burn with tears. I am lonely, frustrated, depressed, and I'm longing to find someone who can see me. I would do anything to find them.

I rub the tears from my eyes and sigh. I walk down the street by myself. No one else knows of my existence so why should I count them? I walk because I have nothing better to do.

I walk and suddenly feel something bump me. I look and see a man and his daughter.

"I'm sorry, she's really hyper today," the man apologizes softly while looking at me, holding on to the small child.

I am in shock for a moment. This man can see me. He talked to me. He felt that I actually existed.

"I-It's okay," I reply after finally being able to speak.

'Someone can finally see me. I'm a little less invisible now.'