Hated Ghost

'What is this feeling? Is it despair?' the apparition thought. 'Yes, it is despair. I'm sad.... I'm so sad...'

His fiery red mane, ghostly floating around him in a halo, dressed in a pinkish uniform, and was floating above the stairs, watching the people in the hallway go by; he was caught between worlds, the living and the dead, but why couldn't he leave, he couldn't understand. He couldn't remember how he died. But he remember everything else.

" I'm Kurama Minamino. I'm sixteen years old. I'm in 9th grade. " he said aloud. No one else was going to remember him. So he was the only one who could remember himself. Everyone else forgot. Just forgot. As if he had never even existed.

" What did I do? " Kurama said in a half-sob. " I was a good student. I loved my mother. What did I do to deserve this? "

" What did I do to deserve this?! " he screamed, knowing no one would hear. But the sea of faces only traveled on and on, in an endless parade. And, Kurama Minamino, was helpless to stop it.

" What did I do to deserve this? " he buried his face in his hands.