Chapter Three

AN: So, I have a few things to apologize for. One, is that it's taken me a lifetime to update, and the other is that this is probably the shortest chapter I will ever publish on Fanfiction. You guys know the whole school spiel, but I am sorry. The next chapter will be longer, I promise!

-Rick's POV-

Look at them all. They laugh and hug, get jobs and get married. None of them even remember. None of them care. And the new ones, they're even worse. They giggle and make out in the very hallway that my heart stopped beating. It's disgusting. I bet none of them even know about me.

I thought I'd at least leave by some type of legacy. Not even that; I hoped I'd at least haunt people's thoughts whenever they heard my name. But no. They just brush it under the rug, forget about it, and move on with their lives.

I felt a little bad when I found out that it wasn't Jimmy who arranged everything. That he actually was innocent, actually was trying to be a friend to me. But I was more angry than upset. Those Neanderthals that call themselves people just let him get paralyzed, and weren't even human enough to own up.

What's worse, is that a few years later, nobody even thought about me. Ever. Sometimes they were sad about Jimmy, but he didn't even die. I wasn't a person anymore. I wasn't a confused kid who got the short end of the stick; I was a psycho who paralyzed Jimmy before shooting myself.

Well, that's not entirely true. It was really Sean that shot me. But I would have gotten to it eventually anyway. The only bad thing that came of it, was that I never got a chance to shoot Emma.

I might have regretted it, but I really wanted to at the time. She'd lead me on, allowed my feelings for her to flourish, and then discarded me like a used tissue. I was nothing. And still, to this day, after everything…it's still the same. I'm still nothing. Nothing but a presence, a soul floating among the living with no will to exist.

The worst was when Spinner and Emma got married. Did they not realize that the two of them—and Jay—were solely responsible for my death? Could their tiny, naïve minds even remember that far back?

People actually like Spinner now. They think he's a cool guy. The younger ones even—dare I say it?—look up to him. Like hooking up with a Christian girl and being in a film were enough to erase what he'd done.

I wish I could tell the younger ones what he did to me. Would they still look up to him then? Lord, I hope not. If so, this generation is even farther gone than I thought.

I came so close to killing Jay and Emma, too. When I nudged the sandwich maker. It appeared to be an accident, one to be blamed on Emma herself, but I was the one who set it in motion. It didn't take much at all.

But they'd gotten out. Spinner was angry, but he got over it. And shortly after, he and Emma got together. Disgusting excuses for humans.

I wanted to puke at the sight of them. If ghosts could vomit, I'd be doing it all the time. They were just so unfathomably obscene. They had no shame.

I stared across the room, at Spinner and Emma cuddled up on his couch, watching a horror movie. Horror? I thought evilly. I'll show you horror. I reached for the knife sitting on the counter, but it slipped right through my grip. I grabbed again desperately, but my hand just wouldn't grasp it.

I was used to this, though. When you're mad, or planning on doing something bad, you can't pick things up. If you try really hard, sometimes you can push or nudge, but usually you're nothing but air.

Of course, some ghosts were skilled and evil enough to side-step this, but unfortunately I hadn't attained that yet. Yet.

If I ever am able to break through this…curse…I'll wreak havoc on the living world of Degrassi. They all deserve to pay, to know that I'm still here. That even though I'm a ghost now, I can still give them what they deserve.

When people hear my name, they shouldn't think, psycho. They should think powerful. Superior. They should tremble in the wake of my vengeance…

But for now I could do was wait. And watch.

I'll always be watching.

AN: Creepy, I know. But that's Rick for you. His point of view is the hardest, because he's so tortured and I'm not used to writing like this. Again, sorry for the delay and shortness, but I'll update ASAP.