~Hoya’s POV~

I still can’t believe it. How can Violet be the only person that can see me? I’ve never seen her before in my life and she hasn’t seen me before either so why her?

I asked myself countless times how I died, but I don’t remember anything. I only remembered running away from home one day and when I came back the next day, everyone ignored me. They didn’t respond to me. Even though they were worrying over me, when I told them that I came back, it was as if I was invisible, that I didn’t exist anymore.

Urgh.. my head hurts from thinking too much… This is worse than sitting for History exams. I leaned back on the bench and watched the blue sky. What am I supposed to do, god? I helplessly thought. I closed my eyes as tears start to form in my eyes. I want my life back… I’m so lonely here.

The portrait picture that I was holding in my hand was tattered at the edges. It was a picture consisting of my family and me. My mother and father, my younger brother and I were all smiling. Even though I was the troublemaker, we were a happy family. I was lucky enough to have such loving and understanding parents, and a caring brother.  I wonder how they are doing now, whether their new family picture portrayed all of their smiling faces as it was with me in it.

For the whole week, I’ve been growing potatoes – scratch that – I’ve been moping around in my huge abandoned house, basically doing nothing: tried many times to look at myself in the mirror but failed, tried to teleport myself but failed, tried to take a picture of myself with the camera.. that obviously failed. I’ve become a lame ghost, I realized. I’ve even tried to call people using the house telephone; unfortunately the landline has been cut off.