The Sufferer And The Witness

Part 2: "Ghost" Boy

It’s been a week since the incident. Well that’s what everyone is calling it. Some girl at school tried to kill herself and now it’s big news all of a sudden. I mean, I tried to kill myself too. No one seems to care about that. Whatever, it’s back into my corner. Good ol’ lockers! You’d never try to hurt me, right? Oh, who am I kidding? Who am I even talking to?
To my fictional audience, where have my manners gone? My name is Nicolas Anderson, but my friends call me Nick. Actually, I call myself Nick. I like the name Nick, it’s short and to the point. Oh, and I don’t have any friends. Now, before you start pitying me and start feeling sorry for me, let me explain! I’ve had friends before, I just don’t anymore. You may be asking yourself why I’m all alone and sad and all that. Long story short, people hate me. I guess I have that special skill of scaring people away. It’s a big flaw I have really, I get attached too easily. I’m sad to admit that it’s starting all over again.
A girl decided to talk to me today. I know, shocking. Okay, I might be exaggerating, she didn’t exactly “talk” to me. It was more like a poke on the cheek. I stared right into her hazel eyes. Who could’ve put her up to this? Was it a prank? A dare? I was gonna tell her to fuck off, but she didn’t seem to have any ill intent.
“Can I help you?” I said.
“What’s your name?”
Straight to the point, huh? No foreplay?
“Nicholas Anderson, do you need something from me?”
“Isabella. You’re my new lab partner.”
Well, gee. I wasn’t expecting that.
“Did the teacher put you up to this? You can go ask someone else, it’s okay.”
“No, I put me up to this. You’re my lab partner now.”
“Uhhhhh, okay. Nice to meet you, Isabella…?”
“Just Isabella is fine. Or Bella.”
“Okay, Just Isabella,” I said, without realizing how stupid my reply was.
She smirked and let out a light chuckle before returning back to her seat. The bell rang and class started as usual. I felt different after that.
I couldn’t help but stare at her and follow her around all day. I needed to know more about her. She ate a tuna sandwich for lunch and her locker number is 216. That’s all I managed to get today. Am I a creep for following her around? Maybe. Do I regret it? No, not at all. Sue me (but please don’t).
Remember when I said I got attached easily? This is exactly what I mean. I do stupid shit and people just end up leaving. Somehow, though, she seems… special. I don’t even know her and I’m already scared she’ll leave me, just like everyone else. Okay, maybe I should tone it down a little. Maybe start talking to her before I go batshit insane and stick to her like a parasite. I’m just setting myself up for trouble…
Here I am, alone in the lockers, writing all of this down in my notebook. Arg, what is wrong with me. It’s getting late anyways, maybe I should go home. Hmmmm, one thing before I go though.

All right, time to go home. I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow. Okay, seriously though, who am I talking to? I’m going insane, aren’t I? Oh, you’re wondering what I just did? I stuck a post-it note on locker 216.
“Nice to meet you, partner.”