Unmarked Grave

There used to be a boy.
He used to sit right where I am sitting right now.
How you might ask I know this.
'Cause his soul is right beside me.
Telling me everything that has happened to him.
He used to be alive ten years ago.
He was a lonely teenager.
No friends.
No girlfriend.
No live.
One day he got beat up by a gang of jocks.
He got beat up right where I am sitting.
He got knocked unconscious by one of the blows.
The jocks thought he was dead.
They buried him right where he got knocked unconscious.
In a cemetery.
In a unmarked grave.