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It was a normal day in school. I had to take an exam I missed earlier this week, but being unprepared for it I could only count on my friends to help me. They would sit close to me and find the answers for me, what could go wrong?

I learned the answer relatively early; the teacher saw me pestering my friend for the answers and not only did she fail me, but she also kicked me out of the classroom!

My parents were going to be pretty angry once they heard about that, so instead of wallowing in misery, I went to the forest nearby to pick some flowers. Silly or not it worked in the past, and both my parents and I love the unique flowers found there.

I looked up in the sky, to see it was unusually dark. I could only blame the useless forecasts for my bad luck, but giving up now would mean I had nothing to shield myself with from my parent's wrath.

I reached the forest fairly fast, but the place I intended to go was further in, and droplets had already started falling. By this point I was past the thoughts of return, it was a do or do it harder situation.

My thoughts cleared up along the way as I enjoyed the scenery. So beautiful I don't think anyone would be able to describe it even if they had been there. My eyes couldn't help but tear up for some reason, but I attributed that to some weird allergies I might have had, so it was promptly ignored.

Soon it started pouring, but I already was where I wanted to be, so I would just work faster to find some pretty flowers. At this point, my eyes were itchy, so I couldn't help but rub my eyes. When I looked at my hands again they were blood stains.

I wanted to take a look at my face that moment, but I didn't really need that to understand my tears was that of blood. I freaked out and slipped on the muddy ground. All the pretty flowers that I had gathered were ruined in a moment, mud and blood mixed with destruction. At this point, I really wanted to cry.

So many things were going wrong, so many things were scary when they shouldn't have been...

But no, I wouldn't cry. I stood strong and cleaned up my mess. I quickly picked some new flowers, throwing the old ones and tried to clean myself from the mud. At that moment I noticed just how red my clothes were. My head started hurting and I almost fell to my knees.

I was scared; I wanted to meet my parents, tell them I was wrong, find some doctor and get a good night's sleep. My frailty was scary, I felt so powerless, so weak. The rain seemed so strong as if it wanted to devour me.

I run towards the forest's exit, even hoping to meet someone along the way, but everything was silent. Eventually, I had run enough to know something was wrong and I was still in the forest. I wanted to discount the possibility that I was lost, it seemed impossible, but further than that it seemed too terrifying for me.

I wanted to call my parents at that moment, but when I picked my phone, it wouldn't open. The rain was so strong it might actually had been fried by it.

I felt my legs giving up, no longer having the strength to support me. I knew something was wrong with me at that point.

Everything was dark, pitch black as if it was midnight. The trees seemed unfamiliar, and I had spent a lot of time in this forest. I didn't want to give up like that, but I found no other choices. I crawled towards the nearest tree, seeking for shelter from the rain, as little as it provided, and curled up from the cold.

If I wasn't crying blood, I would be having blood with tears. Another heavy pain hit me and I passed out. I strugled not to, but every action of mines drained my energy further more till I had nothing left.

I would think that after that, what I would wake up to would have nothing to do with darkness, but darkness was all I could even see. I wanted to believe it was simply nightfall and everything was too dark for me to perceive, but even so, it was unaturally dark.

I wasn't blind, no, I couldn't be blind for whatever reason. Being unable to do anything concerning my circumstances I was forced to calm down with time. When I came to my senses, I realized it was no longer raining; everything was silent.

I cried in that little corner of mines, my back against the tree, feeling helpless and powerless, but also angry. At one point anger overcame my helplessness and I got up, or at least I tried to.

Nothing seemed to be going right for me this day, I cursed inwardly, but put more effort instead of just giving up. A couple of minutes later I was crawling further from that tree, trying to find someone to help me; but who would be in a forest full of mud right after a rain?

Nonetheless, with fear as my guide and will as my sword, I forced my body to move forward. I kept crawling for hours on my end but to no avail. I was hungry and tired, powerless and weak.

I stood there, wanting to rest my beaten body but unable to fall asleep. I just wanted for someone to find me at this point. Fear had been numbed, but it was still there; I didn't care now, I would wait for someone to come and find me before I did something more stupid.

So I waited, and waited, and waited... and waited. No one ever came to help me. Not my parents, not some kind old man, not any rescue force, not my friends, not anyone.

What was my curse? Why did this happen to me? I waited for so many hours on my end that I should have been dead. The sounds of birds and other animals filled the forest, but no one to help me. I waited for days, hoping that someone would come for me, but no one ever did.

By all means, I should have been dead, but my consiousness was still there. I was still able to hear and think, bar everything else.

Soon all feelings left me aside from boredom and disgust. I kept waiting for them, kept my trust that they would come for me, but they betrayed me. Even my friend, if he hadn't been so pushy about not wanting to help me at the end, none of this would have happened. Maybe I was just angry at them, but my feelings were more that of apathy.

Then, one day I opened my eyes. I was still in that forest, under some random tree, holding tightly the flowers I wanted to give to my parents. My arms were weak, the flowers were decayed, but I could see colors, I could see stuff!

I struggled to get up, finding it strange that my body was still the same after all this time; was it all just a dream? I looked at the flowers again and shook my head.

After many hours of searching and trying to orient myself, I found a familiar tree. Everything else had changed aside from that tree, the one I played in with my parents. So many sweet memories started flooding me back before all feelings of anger and hate vanished like a flood took them.

I wanted to meet my parents, I wanted to apologise for all I had done and even apologise to the friends I had been unfair to. But the town couldn't see me; they ignored me. I was in tatters, clothes bloodied and full of mud, but no one even paid attention to me.

I tried to talk to someone only for my hand to pass through them. The said person felt some discomfort but compared to the one I felt it seemed negligible. Was I some kind of ghost, or what?

I went to visit the house of my parents, my head flooded with all kinds of thoughts during the time it took me to get there.

Eventually, I reached a house that seemed familiar, only that it had barely passed the test of time. Inside the house an old couple crying over my picture. I screamed and yelled at them, telling them I was still alive, but to no avail, they couldn't hear me.

What was I angry at them for? Because they failed to save a dead body? Is life so inconsequential that it can be lost all of a sudden just like that?

I refused to give up. I wanted to pass by the window, but it seemed physics hadn't completely given up on me. I took my keys, rusty as they were and tried to open the door. I don't know how physics worked now since my parents didn't seem like they had noticed the noise, but I was in.

I tried to speak to my mom, but nothing happened. I went to touch her, but it was like they were made to ignore me. Well if that wasn't rude of them? I wasn't going to miss the chance to remind them of it when I had it; they always were pushy with things like that and I always did the opposite.

So what was left? I simply went to grab a pencil and some paper; if physics really hadn't given up on me that much, this shouldn't be difficult.

I was wrong... there was no paper to be found in the entire house! I barely even found some old marker, let alone something to write on. Well, if anything else I was known to improvise.

Inwardly I hoped I didn't scare them to death, but writing on the wall was bound to have some funny reactions. When I opened the marker and went to write, I saw it wouldn't. Because, why would it? When was the last time things had gone well for me, even?

After some mild curses, I saw all of the blood on my hands and clothes and had an idea that was bound to cause heart attacks. I bit on my hand to draw some blood before realising I could have just taken a knife for it. When I saw that ghosts indeed had blood in them or something at least, I was relieved. Something that didn't go wrong for my plans, weird.

With a small smirk on my face, I considered the message I was going to write. After a moment of not thinking about it at all, I started writing,

Guess who is alive! The one you expected and yet did not! As fun as it is to speak with riddles I will stop here, go fetch an ouija board and let's have a heart to heart conversation.

It took them a while to notice the sudden message, but when they did? All hell broke loose!

I wanted to write some more, but I found my hand already healed and didn't want to bother with biting again, so I waited till they got some darned ouija board.

Before this, I never thought living people and ghosts could work out something together, but after the Ouija board incident, it changed the way I was thinking entirely about it.

The only bad thing that happened from the ouija board conversation was my father's suggestion at the end... going to school.

Sometimes I never understood my parents. One second they are joyfully happy about their ghost-like son and the very next they sent him off to school...

¹So, first story for the account! How was it? Constructive criticism please, but conversations/discussions are fine as well, don't be shy. I felt it was a bit rushed, but I'm a bit tired to reread it now. I will take all criticism seriously, so give it your shot!