The ghost just kept sitting there as it didn't appear to react to all the sudden commotion the other customers caused. They were all just living their own lives, not bothering with the ones whom had alredy perished and left the world of the living. Johann wanted to be like them, he wanted to be able to live a normal life without being mocked with his problems.<br/><br/>Johann was at the moment just standing in the bathroom, not knowing what to do, he could hear them laughing all the way out here. He let out a sigh as he heard someone come in. Of course he couldn't force people to stay out, but he was silently preparing himself to get mocked again, they always did.<br/><br/>"So what if I can," Johann said.<br/><br/>Probably trying to sound both brave and as if he didn't care about it. The only problem was he had failed his attempts and he ended up sounding quite pathetic. No one had taught him how to use this gift and for the past seven years it had been nothing but a constant reminder and a curse.<br/><br/>"Have you come to mock me too?" Johann asked while turning towards the sound of the other voice. He wasn't even going to try to explain himself and be honest about it all, why should he? It had never ever been succesful before. Johann had sort of given up on living, but he was so torn as he was afraid of dying too. He was afraid that just disappearing wouldn't be the end of it, that somehow they would find him even in death and just hunt him down for eternity.<br/><br/>He had given up on getting help, figuring he was too much of a nobody for anyone to care about. Deep down Johann just wanted to be left alone by the spirits and the humans who just laughed at him. He had tried a total of four psychologists over the years, but no one had been able to help him. It was like no one really noticed the problem itself, but kept focusing on the roots of it all. There was nothing Johann could do about it all. He really didn't know where to turn to get help, even though it would be as simple as just using google to make a couple of quick searches on the internet. He just couldn't get himself to type in the words, afraid someone would be watching even if there was no one in the room and it was sunshine outside. What was the odds of running into someone who could help him? Well seven years had passed already and he hadn't met anyone yet. At least that was what he thought...