The glossy white skyscrapers stare down at me like they want revenge. I run through the streets screaming for help and no one reaches out a hand. I tug at someone's coat but my hands just slip. I pause. I look at myself hands down but see nothing, am I, no couldn’t be. I feel and tingle up my spine as more and more people walk through me. Scared and frightened everyday I’ll still wander to streets alone. The midnight breeze flows through my thick hair as the shimmering moon shines brighter than before.
Even though people couldn’t see me, I called myself ‘Ghost’.