Well. Not quite. The simple answer would be: my owner, Gurain, killed me. Murdered or something quite like that. The complicateness comes here: Why? Isn't that a lovely question? No.
The say they paint you to be a Ghost. They say you will just look cool but you will be the same. I believed them, but I was wrong to think they were reliable. When they get a hold of the "Ghost Paint Brush" you can't have a word and then it happens: They paint you with death.

Ha-ha. That's what I thought and I really loved to think that way. But I was, again, wrong. The new me said "Spread the blood, hate, depression. Rip their heads off, bury them alive, slaughter everything you see. You're a virus. You have an infection that spreads death." Yes, I hear voices in my head. Now you propably think I'm a vampire or just an insane wolf who kills for blood. WRONG!

You were so wrong! Oh. Ah-ha. Let's move on. I AM NOT a slaughterer. I am not mental. I can control myself. I refused to hear those extremely angry voices, even though I still hear them sometimes, and decided NOT to become a killer. This is why I live alone, where no one can find me. Oh, but you mortals can't even see me if I don't want to. Shame for you. -licks lips-

Again. I don't KILL! You see, I don't want to see a single living thing. Not even one. So if I come into a place full of life, I have to kill everyone so that I can live. Simple as that, isn't it? Now you understand that I am not very outgoing.

You misunderstood me. Again. I don't hate everyone. I just don't want to hurt them. Something in my head just turns into rage and killing if I sense a living creature. Can't help it. That's a consequence painting me with death. But one thing is true: I'm not cabable to love. Not anymore. I don't have that kind of heart inside me like you have: warm and full of feelings. Mine is grey, torn and rotten. It's dead. That's why I'm dead. Altough I can still feel something: Hate.

I was hoping you'd forget that one. I guess I have to tell you. I had the one and only love. She was beautiful. Well, first we lost touch. Sure, I sometimes visited her and so on, but afterwards I heard she was on a vacation, somewhere far away. So I decided to wait for her.

If you please. She came back. Yes, she did. But she had changed. I could sense it, the awkward expression on her face and his body language told me she wasn't okay. She refused to talk to me and mm.. Yes. I got to her place once in a while to check if her old self had come back, but I never got an answer. The last time I went to her, she was lying dead in front of her cozy little cave.

-sigh- ... I never got to say the last words to her and stuff, but I could really care less right now. I just know that my heart died already then.
Oh but please. Now you know the nice little details of my sorrow so would you please leave me now?

Ahem. Didn't you hear me? Get out of my timeless world before I begin to hear those voices again. -snarls-