I walked slowly against the crowd that streamed past me. I was ripped and I couldn't feel my heart beat. I looked down at my hands. " Do I exist? Am I but an imaginary being? Or am I a ghost no one could see. Has my voice become an unnatural shriek that dug a chasm between me and others? But people think they see ghost at times right?" I wanted an answer. A man in the crowd shoved me and I nearly fell. Like I wasn't even there.
It hurt when I flung forward after the shove. But something I realized hurt more. I was forgotten, abandoned, like a stray dog.