Angry.
I wanted to know who this ghost was,
And why they were so "lonely"
And why they had the audacity to bring up my past.
Liar...
...Liar...
How could you know...?
I rush to the bathroom,
Into the stall
To where this all had started.
I tore a sheet out of my notebook
And wrote in red pen

"WHO ARE YOU?"

I tore the paper slightly,
My hands were shaking so bad.
I had to stop this
I didn't need the whole school knowing...
After some hesitation,
I add to the note

"Please. Let me know who you are,
I don't want to be this alone anymore."

I sign it.

-A Lost Ghost

I tape it to the stall and leave, scared to read the response.