"Kaito, what's going on?" she rushed over to my bed and worry crossed her face.
"It's nothing mom..." I said hesitantly.
"It's the ceremony, huh?"
I nodded and buried my face between my knees, starting to whimper quietly.
"I'm sorry Kaito, but you can't back out of this. The ceremony has gone on for centuries; when your great ancestors still lived."
She sighed.
"It's disrespectful to not show up. I know you're a shy kid, and I get that, but you're going to have to break out of your shell sometime or another."
I shook my head, disregarding this.
"You aren't making it any better my just putting pressure on me..." I muttered.
"Oh hush. If you're going to be grumpy, at least get up. Be active." She left my room with the door closed.
I laid in bed, my hands covering my eyes. I wasn't like the other kids that grew up with me. Not in a good way, although. I was easily the most introverted kid in the crowd, would hate to be noticed. I never also wanted to admit that I was sensitive; I might be a shy guy but I could definitely be manly around a girl a like or whatever. I hadn't ever really cared about that stuff though. Every other boy in my grade had either had a girlfriend, or desperately wanted one. It was kind of annoying to talk to one of my friends and they would talk about them. They're such different creatures; they smell nice and look nice and act nice, at least to me anyway. But I had never wanted to really ask one out.
I wiped all the gunk in my eyes away and trudged towards my dresser.
I had slipped off my pajamas and put on some jeans and white t-shirt. The ceremony was at about 4:00 p.m., and it was 10:15 a.m. now.
I had jumped back into bed and took out my phone.
2 texts.
One from Riko.
One from Naomi.
My blood pressure rose by 200%. So much where it felt like I passed out.
And I did.
"Kaito? Breakfast is ready!" my mom yelled. I could still hear her.
Did I just have a heart attack?
Or was it death?
Death would be my only option now.
My eyes were closed but I could still see. I wasn't even breathing.
I could get up and move, but my lifeless body laid on the ground.
Was I dead?
Am I now a ghost?
"Mom?" I yelled, expecting an answer.
No answer.
I walked to the kitchen to see her making breakfast.
"Mom?" I asked.
Still nothing.
"Can you hear me?"
Silence.
I tried tapping her on the shoulder but my hand didn't even touch her.
Instead, it went through her.
"Yep, I'm a ghost." I said aloud.
I picked up a pen, discovering that I could touch any non-living organisms.
The pen was followed by a sticky note.
I wrote on the note, "Look for Kaito" before sticking it to my mother's forehead.
"What the," my mother said, taking off the note and reading it silently.
She placed the note on the counter and quickly raced into my room. She then shrieked at my lifeless body.
"Kaito?!" my mom yelled, shaking my body. "Kaito, wake up!"
She noticed my phone on the ground and picked it up, dialing 911.
"Hello?" she said, frightened. My son is on the floor- h-he can't breath. I need an ambulance, please!"
My mother paused, nodding her head and then speaking again.
"We live on 22 Worthington Avenue, in West Cankinitri.
My mother nodded again while the woman on the phone talked, saying an ambulance has been sent out to West Cankinitri.
My mother thanked the woman and hung up the phone, collapsing onto the floor next to me, crying.
"I'm sorry." I said. She still didn't hear me. I was on my knees right next to her, trying to pat her on the back. It was no use since my hand would just go through her body.
I sighed.
She still held my phone between her hands, letting it fall onto the carpet.
Several minutes had passed before I heard a knock on the door.
Mom quickly ran to it and opened it, seeing a pair of paramedics. She let them inside, leading them to my room.
The paramedics took my pulse and did CPR so my blood was still flowing. I wanted to thank them so bad for doing what they had to do, and possibly saving my life.
My body was placed onto a stretcher, with my mom holding my hands, tears softly rolling down her cheeks and onto the cloth they had used to cover me.
"It's okay Kaito," my mom said, wistfully.
"It's not okay," I tried to say. I sighed once more.