Your name is Karkat Vantas and you were murdered on October 26, 1993. The man who killed you is unknown to your knowledge. Being dead, you suppose, should be considered as a relief. But how can you relax knowing there was a murderer out there? TV lied. They contemplated heaven as big gates and walking on clouds. But in reality you stay on earth, invisible to everyone around you. Or maybe that's just your case. At first you thought it was a dream. You sometimes still do.
But then you saw the funeral.
Then you saw your mother.
They had buried an empty casket. Your body was never found. Maybe that's why you're still here. You don't want to be here watching the people you love suffer. You don't want to see your boyfriend cry himself to sleep every night. You never would have guessed that people cared about you this much. You took everything for granted. You watched your brother for a while. After the funeral he just stared blankly at the TV. No one has been in your room since you were killed. At this rate your pet crab, crab dad is going to die too. Sometimes you wonder what would've happened had you not gone out that particular night. Being dead is boring, you think, no can see you. You cant talk to anyone. You've tried to "visit", your boyfriend, multiple times, which composed of him sobbing into his pillow. When you were alive whenever your partner, Sollux, would be depressed, he would sit in front of his computer for hours on end. Eating honey from a stray jar. But now it was different. When he found out about your death he threw his beloved laptop against the wall. During your visits he always looked like he hadn't eaten in twenty years. You are indifferent towards this behavior. You try to muster up guilt. Despair. Sorrow. Greif. Anything. But it seems death has also rewarded you with the emotion of feeling dead as well.
Floating through the window of Sollux's room, you are welcomed with the smell of tears and the sight of said owner of the room bundled up on his unkempt bed. You sigh as you decide to sit next to him. You start raking your fingers through his messy unwashed hair. Not that he could feel it of course. At least you think he didn't. Looking down at his sleeping pale face you suppose a peck on the forehead wouldn't hurt anyone. He gasped and shot up from his position on the bed, "KK?" He started to search to search the room wildly, breathing heavily. You know he can't see you. He would never see you again. So you stay put waiting for him to realize that as well. You can't help but think. No one had ever responded to your touch before. You remember your first month in the afterlife. During the funeral you had cried like you had never cried before you yelled at the people you loved to look at you. To listen to you. Im still here please look at me. You then ran out of your house to find Sollux. You remember passing the flyers on the way to his home. KARKAT VANTAS MISSING. You hadn't wanted to believe it then. All you wanted to do was find Sollux.
But when you found him he couldn't see you either. You don't remember much after that. All you remember is that you weren't crying anymore.