Today, Tomorrow, Everyday

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“My name is K.”

She reached out her hand, meaning to shake mine. I was hesitant at first, but took it anyway eventually, hoping nobody would randomly come up and see me shaking hands with air, but usually nobody ever came up here when classes were over. Most of them would rush off to the exits, excited that hell has finished for the day.

This is why ghost girl and I decided we'd meet back here again. Also, it was peaceful. We could have our insane conversation with nobody bothering us.

“Kay? Like spelled as K-A-Y? Or just the letter K?”

She shrugged, “Just the letter K.”

“So what?” I smiled. “Your parents were too lazy to come up with a name?”

She frowned then shook her head.

“No. That's just the only thing I remember about myself -- that my name started with a K. Other than that, that's it.”

“Ok. Well, K. What exactly do you need so much help with that you've been willing to annoy me for eternity?”

“I think I've mentioned this before. I want you to bring me to the light. They say it's paradise and to be honest, it isn't like I'm going to miss anything here. In order to do that though, you need to help me with my unfinished business.”

Ah, the classic unfinished business story. And she said not to count her as the stereotypical ghost. I think she's more common than she thinks she is.

“Well... What exactly is this unfinished business of yours?”

“You need to help me remember who I was. Like I've said, I have no idea what my identity was before I became this,” she raised her hand in the air, seemingly disgusted with herself.

“I want to know what I've been doing before, what my life was like, if I ever even had a family, and most importantly, how I died.”

I scrunched my nose up as I began thinking thoroughly. The ghost girl or K for that matter, has not been making any sense since the day I met her. Why remember something so painful? Just thinking about it, stung my heart. And yes, don't be surprised. I can be compassionate from time to time. Because I mean, just think about it. Remembering who she was, her family, and why she even became who she is now? That's all just a recipe for pain. So what will happen if she knew who she was? What will happen if she found her family at last? What will happen if she knew how she left the face of the earth? Will she be able to live again as who she was? Will she be able to reunite and live with her family? Will she be able to bring justice to her death? All this does not matter anymore, because she is dead. Why go through all this pain when she could just spare herself by not caring so she could finally be able to be in heaven and escape this hell they call home.
“Why would you want to know all that if you're just going to leave all of it behind?”

She sighed. She sat down on the floor, looking horribly tired of her current state. She then gazed up at the sky as if she was a child making a wish or perhaps, she was having second thoughts. Perhaps she's finally realizing how stupid all she said was.

“It's because I feel like there's something missing. And perhaps when I find out who I am I won't feel like I've lost anything anymore.”

How cheesy. I never knew someone could be overly dramatic even when dead.

I rolled my eyes, ”The only thing that you must be missing is your body.”

She peered at me. “Not funny Zac.”

I shrugged before admitting that I actually did find it hilarious. I admit my sense of humor is pretty dark and immature. But then I don't think that really matters, because at the end of the day, we just found something that could make us happy. The only thing is, who knew teasing a dead person would be my thing?