Being dead wasn’t so fun for you, and especially because you witnessed a kid your age go through something similar like you did.

Brandon was a teen who lived an isolated life, with his abusive yet super religious father forcing him into weird cultist things. It caused his mother to leave, and left the kid with his father.

You watched from afar with sympathy, and although the sweet boy can’t see you, you are always there for Brandon at night when he is crying, sitting next to him with your arms around him as he hugged his knees to his chest and sobbed almost all night. Again, he cannot see you… But you felt like he can most certainly feel your comforting presence.

One day in particular, though, Brandon had broken one of the rules and was sent to the dirt house outside for an hour. Brandon sat there while hugging his knees to his chest and staring down at the ground in front of him in the cramped dirt house, and he felt a similar presence he felt before; your presence. He was too upset to make a sound though, sniffling and wiping under his eye with his sleeve to wipe away tears as he then whimpered.