Yokai
Dear diary,
After my death I was forgotton. Now, I am an urban legend, everybody is scared. Sometimes little girls like me will light candles and say my ame 2 times. Nobody knows what I did with them. Exactly one month ago, my friends did it. When I came inside they could... see me. No one has been able to see me. My friends are nice.. I have nice nicknames like abortion and freak. They told me when am older I will understand. I still feel pain. Just because I can fly, and I am a ghost.. does not mean I cant still die again. Its like a second chance at life but... nobody is here.
Some times I look in the mirror, seeing my face. My white eyes, short brown hair with green stripes. My.... pale skin. ... I... dont know what else to write.
Goodnight diary...
