100 HAUNTINGS

Ten: The Unseen

I live here in San Diego with my aunt. She took care of me, since my mom and dad died when I was six. All I ever wanted to have was someone to love.

I have a best friend, named John. John was my childhood friend. We were best friends since we were three years old. Then we became distant to each other, never talked to each other, since I got famous. I got famous when I became a singer. But now, I stopped doing it, because I wanted to be with John even more. But still, John was snobbing me. He also kept glancing at class. Now I think he hates me. I wanted to talk to him. I want to announce the the whole world that I hate being a singer, even my voice sounds like one.

After my second class, I walked to John, while he was getting something in his locker.

"Hey, John. Please talk to me. What's the reason why you kept snobbing me? Do you hate me? Or are you disappointed because I became a singer?" I asked.

He closed his locker, and leaned his shoulder on it. "You know Casey, that's the thing. You didn't understand what I wanted for you. You just love yourself and feel the feeling that you have fans all over the world and even at school! Then how about me? Us? OUR friendship? If you wanna take me as your date on prom night, then fine. The answer's yes." He said, as he walked away.

Today was the last day for prom tickets. I need to get some. But as I pass the halls, guys were asking me to prom but I just ignore them.

Finally, I bought two tickets. At home, I had a dress that aunt Kathy gave. It was a silver dress, though. It has long sleeves, and white flowers designed.

I went to school, and saw John waiting outside, in his tuxedo. As he saw me, I don't know if that's a wow or something. I gave him his ticket, and we both went in the school. John held my hand, so they would know I'm his date. I'm very confused. If John's disappointed at me, then why is he holding my hand?

We found a table, with a couple of his friends. There was a slow song playing, and I wanted to dance. John looked at me, and I asked him if he wanted to. He shook his head and talked with his friends. As they announced the prom queen, it was me, but I didn't want. I stood up, and went outside quickly. I sat on the bench in front of the school.

John went outside, as I just rolled my eyes. He sat beside me.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"You're prom queen. And I'm sorry."

"What? Now you wanna say sorry? What is wrong with you, John! I'm stressed out! Why do you want me to be your date when---you don't want a dance?! And why did you hold my hand, when you said you don't like me?! Are you playing with me, John?!" I yelled at him, as I stood up.

He stood up, and we faced to face. "You know why?! Because I'm in love with you! I didn't want you to be famous, 'cause someone might take you from me! Get it?! And plus, I love you! There, I said it!" He yelled back.

And I just looked at him, like we just fought because of a small thing.

I shook my head, "What?", then he kissed me. I felt like I was in the most peaceful place on Earth. Right after that, we left the prom and walked home.

The next morning, I woke up, and I was late for school. I quickly dressed up, and left. When I entered the door of my classroom, everyone looked at me. Then my teacher looked at the door. I went slowly to my seat.

"Hmm. It's not the wind." She said, as she closed the door. Then she continued reading.

It was weird. No one was talking with me. When I sat with John and his friends, they were all sad. John cried. I didn't understand why. I just hugged him right then.

After school, I went home, and saw aunt Kathy crying in the living room. It was very weird. First it was John, now it's my aunt. I hugged her, but she didn't talked to me.

Why did you die, Casey? Please God.

I----died? I don't get it. I ran outside, and went to the park. But as I stopped by, I heard people talking about me. They said that I died, after the prom night.

But I'm still here. It hurt my feelings, so I ran away, until I unexpectedly got in the cemetery. I saw my tomb.

In Loving Memory of
Casey Franklin, 2015
January 10, 1999 - December 12, 2015

I WAS DEAD. I didn't know. That's why people kept ignoring me. But I was still on Earth. Why? Do I need to kill myself? Again? But before I do that, I wanted to go to John's house. One blink, I was there. I walked towards John, as he was looking at pictures----the pictures of us.

I hugged him, and I disappeared right then. I was in the kitchen, in the house. There was a knife on the table, so I would kill myself and disappear. I picked the knife up, and sliced my neck. It hurts badly. But it all turned black. That was the last thing I knew