Falling In love with a man I couldn't have wasn't what I wanted to happen. My heart, being the Rebel it was, decided to not listen to my brain and went off on its own and decided to fall in love with a guy who will never in a million years, love me back. His name is Tom. He's kind of an outcast at my school, no one really sees him, but I do. I notice the way he longingly gazes out the windows during class as if wishing he was free, I see him pick at his nails when he gets nervous, and the way he subconsciously taps his foot along with his music in class. I see him, but unfortunately he doesn't see me. About a year ago, my family and I were involved in a car crash, my family which consisted of my mother, father and younger brother made it out alive. But I wasn't so lucky; I died on November 1st 2014. My brother and I were being driven to school by my parents when another car collided with our car head on, I didn't have my seatbelt on and went straight into the windshield from the backseat.
What people don't know is that I still roam around my town, I see people grieving my death and I see my family regularly visit my gravestone. Sometimes I wander the school hallways, remembering what it was like when I was alive.
At the moment, I'm at the graveyard watching families visit their family members, it's hard to watch them cry. I hear rustling and look up to see someone coming towards my grave. I notice the brown shaggy hair and torn up jeans and instantly know that it's Tom. He had tears in his eyes and had a guilty look on his face. He laid some flowers on my grave and left a note right next to them. He kept mumbling "I'm sorry" over and over.
When he left, I picked up the note and started reading. After moments of reading, I realized that it was a letter to my parents apologizing. For what you may ask? Tim was the one driving the car that hit me and my family. I'm in love with my own killer.
