Ghost of the Past

Stressed Out

I sat in class, hardly paying any attention to the teacher in front of me. Last I'd heard we were learning about circle theorum. Yay, exciting.

My mind wandered back to eight months ago, the last time I'd seen my best friend. I imagined his picture perfect smile, cobalt eyes and charcoal hair. I imagined the dimples on his cheeks and the scar above his left eyelid. I still had his dog tags, the ones I was currently wearing around my neck

Ghost.

People trod lightly around me at school, as though they thought I was made of glass. Everyone knew the pain I had endured when Ghost left, the sleepless nights and crappy grades that came with it all.

Ghost was my other half, my twin flame. As cheesy as it sounds, he was the peanut butter to my jelly. We completed each other.

"I love you, Lex," his parting words swam around my brain, creating a tidal wave of grief.

"Lexi! Lexi!" His voice called me, getting closer and closer.

"Alexis!" I snapped back to reality as I realised it was in fact my maths teacher shouting me, not Ghost. Oh, how I wish it was Ghost.

"I'm sorry, is my class boring you?" Miss Sanders asked as I started to zone out again.

"A little bit, yeah," I answered, my lack of sleep making me brutally honest. Miss Sanders' eyes widened and her massive nostrils flared. Seriously, you could fit cucumbers up there.

"Excuse me, what did you just say?!" Miss Sanders throws another bitch fit as she hears my thoughts I spoke out loud.

"You heard, now, I'll escort myself to the door, shall I?" I offered, getting up and grabbing my bag. I strolled over to the door before giving Sanders a mock salute and leaving.

Ghost is gonna be pissed when he hears about this.

I used to be a good kid, I swear. Then Ghost left and my life starting slipping through my fingers. My grades started dropping as well as my morals. I'd get drunk or high or sleep around, you name it, probability is that I've done it in the last eight months.

My mum had started to have enough of my recklessness and just when she'd reached the end of her tether, I practically stopped living all together. Instead of going out and enjoying myself, I'd stay in and blast my music so loud that I couldn't hear my life crashing and burning. Me and my mum went from being two peas in a pod to barely acknowledging each other if we passed in the hallway.

This had happened with most people. The amount of people I spoke to now was next to none. I sat on my own at lunch, avoided people in class and around town. I lived in loneliness, not that I minded. I was alone but not lonely.

Ghost was the only one who could fix me now but considering I haven't heard from him in about two months, there's a good chance the next time that I see him he'll be in a wooden box being buried six feet under.

That thought alone was enough to make me go insane.