November 29th by Naeemah

What happened. Standing over a body that’s flat out on the ground. I can’t feel anything.

Not sure what’s happening. Is it mine or someone else’s?

Whose body is it? Who does it belong to?

I don’t know. I try to look for help, scream, but no one is listening to me. No one sees me, no one sees the body on the ground.

At my feet.

People are walking by, not even paying attention to what’s on the ground, who’s on the ground. I scream again, but no one hears me, no one is listening. I try to turn the body over, to see who it could be, but my hands go right through the body. What is happening? My hands go right through the body again and again and again and again.

That shirt looks familiar to me. I look down at myself and realize that I’m wearing the same clothes as the person on the ground.

We are the same.

I can’t breathe.

I’m not breathing.

I look around in confusion, hoping someone can help me, help us.

Help.

No one is there. No one is even looking at me.

At us.

I crouch down, trying to protect myself from the outside, as I finally see the blood leaking from underneath the body. The blood that’s pooled underneath my body. I’m dead. I’ve died. I crouch down for hours.

No one looks at me.

No one looks at us. Tears run down my ghostly face as I slowly lay down on the hard cold cement next to myself.

There’s no one else that will care for us, we are alone. Always alone.

No one else is here. No one will ever be.

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