The Ghost of Hell

Part 1: The Beginning....

Ghast's POV
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Boy1: Ha! Look who's here! It's Girly Face! Hahaha!
Boy2: Awww, little girl is gunna crwy?
Boy3: Hahaha! We'll see ya later! Loser!

Another day, another set of insults already starting to make it's way towards me.....
It's been years, the treatment has only gotten worse and worse......

Why can't I just have a normal school life......normal friends.

It's all because of how I look....my face was always more....'girlish' than others....it's not even my fault.
I've told my parents countless times about this problem, they've only shrugged it off, telling me to ignore them....

I tried....only made it worse.
I was making my way to class, when I opened my locker, to find scribbled all over it....inappropriate signs all over inside.....*sigh*

I got all my things and headed for class...

(Six hours later)

*RING* *RING* *RING*

Finally...school is over....
I began packing my bag as fast as possible, turns out...I wasn't fast enough....

Boy1: Hey Girly! We're back! Miss us?
Boy2: How bout you go buy yourself a skirt, it'll help ya lots! Hahahahaha!
Boy3: Gonna cry missy? Hahahaha! Pathetic!

I ran away, as fast as possible....I could hear them laughing harder...
I ran and ran, I didn't stop until I reached home.
I opened the door, ran up the stair, went into my room and locked he door.

I threw my bag somewhere in the corner of my room and broke down.
Why? What did I do to deserve this? Why can't I be treated like a normal boy? It's not my fault I look like this!

I picked up a mirror which was sitting next to my closet, and looked at myself.

Ghast: This....it's all because of this!

I threw the mirror into the wall, shattering it, I fell back down. Sobbing uncontrollably....

Once I was finished, I picked myself up...and was about to lay down on my bed until I tripped over something and hit my head against the closet...

I painfully stood back up again, rubbing my head.
Then out of the corner of my eye....I saw a mask.

Then an idea hit me, what if I were to cover up my face? Would people eventually forget about my face?
Would I finally have a normal life?

I placed the mask on me, it fit perfectly.
I then realised this was a mask given to me by my grandmother as a birthday present.

I then took the mask off, and placed it beside my bed, switched off the lights and laid down on my bed. Hoping that tomorrow would be a better day...

(The Next Day)

What was I thinking?

It's been nothing but terrible.....people came up with new insults to call me because of my mask....the teachers ignored all this and continued with their lessons as always.....

After school, they even started pushing me around, they started getting more and more violent, noticing how vulnerable I was....

I walked home today....a little bruised here and there, nothing serious.....

I locked the door to my room as always, parents never really cared anyway.....
I then turned to one of my toys I had been planning to throw out. And for some reason....I spoke to it....

Ghast: Hey there Mimi...rough day as usual....how's your day?

No response of course.

Ghast: Oh that's great! Maybe we could invite a few people to help us out!