Today, Tomorrow, Everyday

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"For the last time, you're not going insane. I'm really a ghost."

"You don't know that. You could... You could just be a fragment of my imagination!"

As soon as she had recuperated, we started arguing on whether or not I was losing touch with reality. They said people like me were capable of having hallucinations. Maybe this was one of them.

Still, I just couldn't accept the fact I was seeing the paranormal. Everyone around me with sense had always said that anything of supernatural being could never exist which meant that vampires, werewolves, mummies, monsters like Frankenstein, and most especially ghosts were not anything close to real. So then that was it. I was completely losing my mind. I was becoming nuts.

Besides that, she could be a normal student playing a trick on me. For all I know, she could be a new school predator playing with their prey.

Fear and paranoia rushed through my veins. My teachers had been closely monitoring me ever since I tried to kill myself by falling from a building. If they ever find out that I'm seeing things I'm not supposed to, they're definitely going to send me back to the hospital.

"Well guess what? I'm not." She sounded really genuine when she bluntly stated that. I shook my head. I wasn't going to let that fool me. I wasn't going to let my mind decieve me. I wasn't going to let anything mislead me. Especially not when I already knew what that felt like.

It was a few years back when I had been humiliated in front of the entire school. The reason of it all was a boy named Connor Brown. I can't remember exactly how he humiliated me back then. And I don't exactly want to remember any of it anyway. All I could recall were the fingers that have been pointed at me, the hands on their stomachs as they could not contain their laughter, the boisterous sound they had made from their mouths as they found amusement in my misfortune and just couldn't stand it, and the smell of betrayal that had come from Connor after he admitted that he was only pretending to be my friend. That was when I started hating Connor Brown, society, and myself. Already lonely at home, I couldn't stand being doleful at school as well. The world had no escape. It was a round object after all. If I'd run away and continue running, I knew that I'd just come back again because what goes around, comes around. The only escape I knew was by death and that is when I became fascinated with it. I kept on imagining what it must be like to be dead. I pondered what it must be like to not feel a thing. It must feel amazing. I love sleeping anyway do why not sleep forever?

Yes, sleeping for an eternity would be amazing as long as I'd be with the one I truly love -- as long as I'd land in Death's caring arms.

"I wish you could have just let me die instead of having to..." I heaved a sigh. I looked at her for a moment, trying to figure out for myself if what was happening was actually occurring. If I was dead right now, I wouldn't have to be thinking at all. I looked into her eyes to search for an answer. Why did she save me? What was it about me that was so important? I sneered. I wish she could have just let me be. Didn't her parents ever teach her not to mind other people's business when she was still alive?

"What's going on?"

I turned around to see Mary Brown, my seatmate in Calculus and twin sister to the infamous Connor Brown. We weren't exactly close of course, considering her brother was my worst enemy. We would only ever interact when we were required to work together for an activity, because you know, we were seatmates and all and our Calculus teacher always insisted us to work in pairs. For some reason, she had thought it would make the subject easier.

In order to paint a picture in your thoughts, Mary Brown was a rather skinny lady. Her cheeks were sprinkled with the right amount of freckles and her red and wild curly hair fell until her hips. She wasn't that attractive, but the men always found themselves on their knees every time she'd pass by them. I don't know what it is, but her aura, the way she talked, and walked, definitely had absolutely nothing to do with it. Sometimes I think, she could be a witch casting a magic spell on each boy at school. Or maybe, every single male student's standards in our school were extremely low. Whether or not these reasons were the reasons why she was loved, that didn't change the fact that I wasn't quite fond of her.