Sometimes I try to catch it before one of them, but the ball just slips through my
hands never truly making contact. I am not part of their world anymore. I can only.
A Lonely Ghost Girl 2011 Serena Myles I wave at them, but they don’t wave back. Sometimes they run right through me. I ask if I can play with them. They never answer. I watch as they pass the ball to each other. Sometimes I try to catch it before one of them, but the ball just slips through my hands never truly making contact. I am not part of their world anymore. I can only watch it pass by as I stay the same. The real children I used to play with have grown up now. I have also watched their children and their grandchildren as they play. I died along time ago. I chose to stay here so I could still watch my family. They have passed now also. I return to the only thing that belongs to me. It bares my name carved into the grey stone. Joanna Curlo. The person I once was. I still remember the last time I was part of this world. I was rushing home from school knowing my dad would be back from working abroad. I didn’t see the car even when it hit me. I remember hearing people shouting and the car door opening and someone running over to me. I couldn’t see anything that was happening. I was still in my body but I had no control over it. I couldn’t make myself get up and tell them I was fine and then continue running home. At least I thought I was fine, I couldn’t feel any pain. I remember seeing my mom and dad crying at the hospital, I stood in front of them and tried to tell them that I was ok and we could go home. They didn’t see me either, they left me there. When they were still alive they used to come visit my grave and leave flowers. Sometimes they would sit and tell me what they had been doing and how they wished I could have been there with them. I was with them though, I was always with them. I was there when they went to Disney Land because they knew that I had always wanted to go. I was there when they lit candles on the anniversary of my death and when they cried on my birthday. I was there when they died. I had hoped that they would appear next to me and we could be a family again but they never appeared. They were gone forever. Now I am alone. There isn’t anyone here anymore. I am so lonely. I just wonder around the town I once lived in, seeing the people I once spoke to grow old and disappear. This is what I am now. A Ghost.
