I no longer saw her, I no longer heard her eager questions being blurted out in class. I felt my heart race even when the teachers’ expressions were filled with concern of her absence. I wished they could hear, hear me screaming for answers. I did not know her, not one bit, yet I felt so attached. She was the only one who could see and hear me yet I ran. I found someone who could make me remember who I use to be. A boy with a name, a face, a human, I once was. I felt trapped, more than I had ever been before. This body was a cage, it was torture to have many thoughts but unable to speak or do anything. Yet I was determined to keep this girl’s life longer on earth, longer in her flesh and bones.

Could a ghost ever feel this tired? My eyes seemed to burn as I looked everywhere for her. My ears fumed when I heard the way they bullied her when she wasn't even here. They believed their words could only scrape the surface but when they realize it had already plunged the victim's heart, it was always too late.