{ Ghost Boy }

It's a small orphanage. Nothing too extravagant with only 22 orphans attending the mildly eerie house on the west side of town. He had been a social outcast himself... when he was alive. He had always been a bit aloof and always in his own little world. He really liked jump rope and humming a soft music box tune as he jumped, or even just on a normal day while skipping happily around the campus. He rarely spoke, and when he did it was in a weak whisper or each word was emphasized with a stutter. The other kids didn't especially like him. He would never play with them. He was always by himself and in his own strange bubble of a world. They created names for him. Ghost boy, Skeleton, Stutter-stutter. He never minded all the children calling names, but when they started physically hurting him... that was when everything began.

TW because that's how we roll: Mild cussing, Threats, Mild descriptions of violence, Verbal bullying, Emotional bullying, Physical bullying, Mentions and implications of death, Literal death

You have been warned. Proceed at your own risk.