Day 15: But Now I'm Just a Dead Boy..
He was twelve when it happened. He got into a fight with Lunar about something he couldn't even remember anymore. So, he ended up running away. He got pretty far, until he got to crossing the road. His mind wandered to his family, and going back, but it was too late by then. All he had been doing was running. And he ran. Ran into the street and got run over.
His family never knew what happened to him, until someone called to say that their youngest had died in the road. Needless to say, they were depressed about this. Especially Lunar, as she blamed the whole thing on herself, since she had started the fight first.
Draco, however, regretted running away in the first place. Running away to the backyard, or a friend's house would've been better than death.
During his ghost 'life,' he watched over his family, as he could see them slowly progressing from his death. Lunar progressed even slower than the rest, celebrating his birthday in silence, and being cautious with every word she said.
Eventually it seemed like they had forgotten him entirely. He felt lonely.
Sure, there would sometimes be other ghosts drifting around, trying to find their death's purpose, but he didn't want to be dead. Or even ghost.
He just wanted his normal life back.