2 I am Nobody Part I

(This chapter is told in the POV of the MC)

I am seriously the unluckiest person in the world. I thought I have finally changed my luck when I got an e-mail saying that I was one of the people chosen to be with the final interview for the job that I applied for. Who knew that the world was cruel? Or rather it was always cruel and now I am strapped in a wall.

I do not even remember on how I ended up being strapped to a wall. I am currently waiting for my impending doom or my organs harvested. I just hope that I will not feel any pain. Who am I kidding? I bet that it will hurt a lot due to me waking up. I should reflect on how my life started becoming my road to certain doom.

Like any other life filled with misfortune, I started off with a good loving family that is the center of my world. The world was perfect until that unfortunate accident happened. We were on a family trip and riding on a secondhand car that my father bought.

I remember humming to my favorite childhood song as it happened. I was sitting on the back of the car and playing with my favorite dinosaur. My dad is singing obnoxiously while my mom is telling him off that he is off key.

My father was a normal corporate businessman that works five days a week with good pay for the family's expenses. My mother is a housewife devoted to raising e into a fine young man. She had her struggles raising me and I was not always a good boy, but I loved her, nonetheless.

We were enjoying ourselves with the simple things in life. When suddenly out of the blue, a large truck veered from the other side of the road and hit us without notice. The crash sent us tumbling about three or four times? I do not know as my brain probably shutdown during the whole ordeal.

I was not even able to scream and even my parents were not able to brace for impact. I did saw my mother and father turn towards me and tried to protect me from the glass shards. I blacked out after that as I hit my head with something.

I woke up five years later in a hospital bed. I learned from the nurses that I was in a coma for five years. The hospital bills that I was supposed to pay is taken from my parent's life insurance. It seems that it was a pretty hefty sum, but the local government unit also pitched.

My five year stay in the hospital has been taken care of by the government and 80% of my parent's life insurance. I wallowed in grief after finding out the information about my parent's death. I was grieving but my time in the hospital could no longer be extended.

A week after I gained consciousness, I was immediately sent to an orphanage since no family members were there to adopt me. I still had living family members, but no one even bothered to take care of me. Even though my parents would always give them help whenever they needed.

It seems that not every gracious act begets a gracious act unlike what they feed us in dramas and movies. I got transferred to the orphanage after a week when the doctors elaborated that I no longer have anything wrong with me. I asked the nurse if I could stay longer but it seems that the new director wants to get rid of me, so her hands are tied.

I do not remember much of the first days that I stayed in the orphanage because I was still dead inside. I was still not over the death of my parents. The orphanage director tried her best to console me. The orphanage director was also an orphan like me, but her children already had families of their own.

Her husband was also with us in the orphanage as the site manager. They were both from the orphanage and treated us like their own children. The only problem is that the void in my heart cannot be filled and I used drastic measures.

I picked the tall tree located in the orphanage's garden and jumped after climbing to the highest branch. Apparently, the director's husband was in the area at that time and broke my fall with a trampoline that he was setting up.

Maybe it was divine intervention or just plain coincidence, but I did not die. I still hit the ground though as the trampoline tossed me out of its area. The orphanage director came at me in tears as she did not expect me to do that.

Her tears made me realize that I was still loved, and I cried after. At that time, I did not notice that there was still someone who cares for me deeply. It was at that moment that I resolved that I will never take my life ever again.

I managed to slowly get back to a normal life, but something has fundamentally changed within me. I started to see ghosts or spirits of the dead. At first, I thought that they were normal people because there was not much difference unless you pass through them.

I found out that I was seeing ghosts because the other kids would often wonder who I was playing with. They also said that I was talking to the air. I was pretty much the big brother in the orphanage, so I also gave time to take care of them.

I always paid attention to this lonely kid that always hides in the corner. I thought that he was like me and a bit of a loner, but it turns out that he was a ghost. He did not do any harm, but he really just wanted to play with me.

I remember never seeing him again as he thanked me for playing with him. It seems that he managed to pass on after that day. It was also the day that the kids have confronted me that I was speaking to an invisible person. This gift became a curse when I had sleepless nights because of the evil spirits that I encounter.