I remember everything. My mom dad, friends, family. Everything. Do I miss it? Yes. I miss the smell of freshly cut grass. The sounds of music blaring through someone's car speaker a little to loud. The feel of a made bed when your to exhausted to move. I miss everything. I can still remember the first time my dad took me driving. I was so scared I would crash and wreck the car but he just kept smiling and telling me how good I was doing for my first time. I'm pretty sure he was scared to but he would never admit it to me. I remember helping my mom bake a cake just because we wanted to. I was good in the kitchen so it was easy enough to make one. When we finished we all ate it as a family. I was so happy.

But he took that away from me. It wasn't quick, and it really did hurt. He tortured me for a few days before he did it. Before he finally killed me. My parents never got my body. He buried me deep in some forest where no one would come looking. He was smart, I'll give him that. He left no traces. He cleaned up well. He hid me fast and quick. No witnesses. It makes me think sometimes. How many people has he killed? How many people has he abducted from their homes at night while they were sleeping. Or were just looking for a ride to get out of the rain. How many people has he viciously tortured then murdered before dumping them to rot. There family's wondering what happened to them. Just wanting some type of closure but never getting it. Mine never got closure. I watch them a lot. Never seen or heard but listening.

They don't go in my room. They put up hundreds of flyers in this town and the ones surrounding. The cops couldn't even get a clue. The case went cold and eventually they stopped looking as hard but my parents didn't. Sometimes they stare at my door or the front door as if I'm going to walk right in and tell them about my day at school. The way they search a crowd. I wish they could move on but they need closure but that bastard buried me six feet under. I wish I never went to that stupid party. If I didn't go then I wouldn't be dead right now, staring at my mom crying at my door. If I just stayed home and studied I could be sitting at the table while my mom made lunch. But I did go to the party. There is nothing I can do now. I'm stuck here, wherever I am, all alone. I guess in some weird way this is the universe getting back at me for all the horrible things I've done. I can't lie, I was a complete dick to some of the kids at my high school. Maybe I shouldn't have beaten up that kid with glasses and really long hair, or called the kid with a drop kick Murphy's shirt a satinets and a faggot, or tripped the British guy his first day here making him spill his lunch all over his clothes. Yea, all that stuff probably wasn't the best thing to do but I can't change any of that either.

I can't stand to watch my mom cry like this so I left. I walked out the house and went to my high school. I was a sophomore when I was murdered. It's been two years. All my friends are seniors. Most of them have moved on and I'm thankful for that. It was the middle of the day so school was still going on. The hallways were empty except for the few people walking around to go to the bathroom or sneak of with there boyfriend or girlfriends to a closet to do some very inappropriate things, but I shouldn't judge. I used to be them. I walked into a random class room to see my old history teacher. Mrs.Hunter was a really kind women. I was one of her favorites when I was alive. She was one of the people to help look for me. She's about thirty nine now and buy the pictures on her desk she had another kid, a girl. Mrs.Hunter is very pretty with dirty blonde hair and a very slim figure with a kind smile and trusting eyes. She loves history. I just watched as she taught her class about the Germans and the nazzi. I walked through the rows of students. I recognized a few but I wasn't really close to any of them. As I walked by I saw some kids taking notes while others doodled or fell asleep.

I felt bad for Mrs.Hunter. She deserved everyone's attention so I ran my arm through the student, immediately waking them. They looked around and shivered. I had that effect on people, I could make them cold or just be near them and they would feel cold. I walked the opposite way and left. I walked the hallways again. I didn't get to far before the bell rang, signaling that it was time to change classes. In a matter of seconds the hallways came alive with smiling faces and chatter about party's and test coming up. I looked around for one of my friends but found none. I kept walking a saw one of the kids I used to bully. I walked over to him and followed him to his next class. He had forensic with Mr.Kebler. He was an odd teacher. Never really paid him any mind. Never had him either but he was a lunch aid on his periods off so almost everyone knew him. The kid sat all the way in the far back left corner near the windows. I looked at his books for a name but couldn't find one so I just shrugged it off. There still was a minute or two tell the bell rang so the mystery guy opened a book to a half finished drawing of a lady sitting at a window looking out as if she was in a castle or a tower.

"That's really good." I mumbled to my self. I knew he couldn't hear me so I was pretty much talking to my self but then he mumbled back a thanks before continuing. What? Could he hear me? How was this possible! No one has been able to hear or see me since I died!

"Can you hear me?" I asked. He kept his attention to the drawing.

"Yea I can hear you so can you just shut it and leave me alo...." At this point he finally looked up to me and had his mouth open but he looked horrified and scared at the same time. "Oh my god your alive? I thought you were dead! We all did, where have you been?"

"I am dead. I died two years ago."

"That's not possible your right here. I can see you."

"Oli, who are you talking to?" The kid In front of... Oli? I guess asked.

"N-no one." The kid just looked at him weird but didn't question him again. Oli looked back at me but didn't say anything. Like he was trying to figure out if I was telling the truth.

"Oh I get it, I'm on pranked right? Well this is very elaborate its been going on for two years but you got me! Where are the cameras?" He said. The kid in front of him just looked back at him and said.

"Have you gone mental? Seriously, what the hell are you talking about?" Then he looked to me scared. He said something about a bathroom before quickly getting up and practically sprinting out of the classroom and into the hallway. I followed him into the bathroom and thank god It was empty.

"What the fuck is going on?" He asked me. I just shook my head. I have absolutely no idea.

Notes

Hey! So I thought of this story a while ago but I guess I was to scared to write and put it up so here it is! Hope you like it! And don't forget to subscribe, comment and or vote if you like it, thanks.