The Ghost of You

We went out of the cafe and around a corner, when we were sure that nobody was watching we changed into our normal appearance. We still looked like human, but we weren't visible for them anymore, which was not really new for me. I was always the one who got ignored when I was at school or even at home.
I said goodbye to Austin and thanked him. Then I looked for something I could do next. My new hobby was haunting bullies. It was kinda silly but they were mean to many innocent people so I revenged them. I helped the ones who couldn't help themselves. I had a favorite “victim”. He was called Justin and he destroyed more lives than I could count including mine. He went to my high school and he bullied me every fucking day. He thrust my head into the toilets, he beat me, he embarrassed me. And he was one of the main reasons I got depressed which led to suicide.
I wasn't really mean to the bullies, one the one hand 'cause I wasn't able to and on the other hand cause I wanted to be better then them. All I did was annoy them a little. I hid their mobile phones and other important stuff, when they were busy searching they couldn't do bad stuff, right?
However, I was on my way to my old high school when I didn't pay attention and a boy ran right through me. It was a weird feeling and I was usually used to it. But this time it was different I could literally feel the pain he was into. I decided to follow him. He looked amazing, I just saw him from behind. Nevertheless, he was the most handsome guy I had ever seen.
His hair was a bright red and it was pretty long. He wore black skinny jeans, black vans and a dark shirt, you could see the waistband of his Marvel boxer shorts.
I stand there for about 2 minutes just staring. I had to force myself to go after him. When I reached him I hurried a bit to see his face and oh my god he was stunning. His face was almost perfectly symmetrical and he had beautiful lips. I realized a tear on his cheek and I looked into his eyes. He was obviously crying. It was utterly quiet but there was so much pain in his eyes that I also wanted to start crying.
What could hurt such a beautiful creature like this? He looked so innocent, so insecure I just wanted to hug him and tell him that everything would be ok. But I couldn’t. The rest of the day and the night and even the day and night after that to be honest I spend kinda stalking the boy. I really wanted to know what made him cry.
Painfully I saw way to much of me in him. He walked to a place which was obviously his home. When he went in a man yelled and threw an empty beer bottle at him. I prevented it from hitting the boys head.
“You fucking faggot, dammit. Listen to me when I fucking talk to you, bastard.” The drunk man yelled. The boy answered with a simple “Ok, father” and started to cry again.
“Stop crying you pussy, any way leave. I don't want to see your ugly fuckface.”
What the hell did the man just say? How could you be like that to your son? And where was his mother?
The boy ran upstairs and I followed him in a room which was probably his bedroom. He broke down at his bed. I couldn't do anything about it and I was really desperate. This poor boy, why couldn't I help him?
I did the only thing I could do namely watch him. He cried and sobbed about an hour and it was the saddest thing I have ever seen besides my own funeral.
After that he went into the bathroom and I hesitated following him but he came back after a few seconds. He hold something in his hand and pulled his sleeve up. When I realized what he was intended to do I screamed. Not that anyone could here it but I wanted him to stop.
He couldn't cut that beautiful skin, he was just way to perfect. He was supposed to be happy, not to sit there and make himself bleed.
But I couldn't stop him, even if I tried. I wasn't strong enough to take his razor but I turned the light of and the radio. It was useless. He just got scared and I felt even worse. And I got really really angry.
How could someone do this to this angel? He sat there in the dark shaking and crying, so I sat next to him. I put my arm around him and started to sing a lullaby. I knew he didn't feel my attendance but he calmed down after a while and fell a sleep.

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