It’s peaceful up here, away from the honks and screeches of the city centre. There is no one around to disturb me. Of course, I am a ghost so it is not like anyone could disturb me anyway…
Two years ago, I committed suicide on this cliff, plunging straight into the icy water, my body never to be seen again. I couldn’t handle life and all the expectations that people put on me. I know that the coward’s way out was killing myself but according to my parents I was always a coward. In human years, I would be nineteen years old but I don’t feel like it.
The sloshing of the waves brings me back to the present, where life moves on without me as everyone goes about their day unaware that a ghost boy silently watches them from afar. From what I learnt from the internet when I still had flesh, spirits would remain in the mortal world if they had unfinished business, the only unfished business I have was all the math homework I never finished, oops. I have waited patiently for my unfinished business to show up yet nothing has appeared. Things haven’t changed here up at Deadman’s Cliff, every once and a while someone will come to check out the view. Those people won’t stay here for long because of the rumour that sprung up about Deadman’s Cliff when I died here.
Don’t go up there, it’s totally haunted by a nerdy ghost.
That’s where the weird guy from high school committed suicide.
Hey, isn’t Deadman’s Cliff where the nerd from our class finally decided to end it?
Yes, even in the afterlife my old classmates continue to tease and mock me, wonderful. My parents were both real foul gits! My father buggered off before I was even out the womb, and my mother decided that the best way to deal with her problem riddled life was to drink it away into drunk bliss. That woman never cared about me, she couldn’t give two hoots whether I died or not so when I became a spirit, I visited where I use to call home and guess what my ‘mother’ was doing. Chugging alcohol by the bottle, not caring that her only so wasn’t alive anymore.
It’s not like I can complain, I chose to end my life and I am satisfied with my decision. Even if my teachers thought I would go somewhere great in life with the marks that I received, I still couldn’t do it. Life’s great as a ghost though, you don’t have to eat or drink because you are never hungry or thirsty, sleep isn’t even an option for me now. Though it does get lonely sometimes but I’m used to being alone, back when people could see me I spent most of my time in the library reading book after book until I had read every book in the library. The librarians kicked me out when I kept on nagging them to get more books, that was in ninth grade, I kicked the bucket in twelfth grade. I hadn’t even graduated yet.
Crunch
Someone was coming up the cement pathway that lea to my watery gravesite, a man with purple dyed hair with the sides off his head shaved off. Multiple piercings adorned his ears but none on his face. He looked young only about twenty-ish or so, he had the lightest green eyes that I had ever seen. He was handsome in a rebel-against-your-parent’s kind of way. Sporting a tank top with a skull with a crown on it and camo shorts that came down past his knees.
“This looks like a good spot to get away from everyone” he says quietly.
He seems very familiar for a reason and I can’t put my tongue on it. Maybe he is the son of a famous movie actor or actress, maybe he went to school with me and I just never noticed him, it’s not like anyone noticed me.
I slowly glide over to where he stands observing the rising and crashing of the sapphire waves.
“Deadman’s Cliff eh, I wonder who died here?” He ponders out loud.
Ha, sucker little does he know I am right next to him, his eyes slowly drift towards me as if he is looking directly at me. That is impossible though, no one can see me I’m dead.
“Hey, are you going to answer me or what?” He asks very bitterly and might I say loudly.
Wait, hold up a second. Did he just talk to me?
“Wait can you see me?” I ask timidly
“Well yes, you idiot, of course I can see you!” he responds quickly
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