A Dead Girl's Rain

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wasn't really sure what genre to mark this story as. But anyways, the summary;

It's about a girl who was murdered, and somehow her spirit is able to appear as a living person to other people. No one believes her though, and because of that they face the consequences.

If you find the story hard to follow, it's suppose to be like that. This isn't a little happy tale being told, it's a dark, miserable event happening.

Submitted: October 09, 2010

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You say it's raining today. But it's not.

You ask, then why is water falling from the sky?

It's me. I'm crying. It's no rain pouring onto you. These raindrops falling, they're my tears.

You seem confused, so I explain farther.

I'm dead, you see. He killed me. I don't know why, but he did.

You looked shocked.

"Who killed you?" you ask. What a stupid question. I answer anyways.

'He' did, of course. He killed me today. He said he wouldn't, but he did.

You stare at me and reach for your phone. I glare. You think I'm crazy, you don't believe me. I'll show you what you can certainly believe though.

~_~_~_~

I walk away from the scene, giggling to myself.

You didn't believe me. But now, you can see for yourself. Your spirit follows me aimlessly, shouting at me.

"Why? Why!" It says. Your spirit is silly. The answer is obvious.

"You didn't believe me," I tell it. It stops and slowly disappears. You're spirit left me, all by myself.

They always do that.

Ahh~ I can still remember you being alive. But you didn't believe me, so I made you die. It wasn't my knife that stabbed you. It was his. He's the one that carefully gouged out your eyes and cut out your heart. I remember how you screamed.

You screamed, and I laughed.

I laughed at your suffering, your lowly cries of help. You were so silly then, before he did that. Before he killed you. Did I tell you yet? No? Well, you had a pretty scream. It was such a nice sound. Useless, but still pleasant.

But then it became annoying, when you were no longer breathing. Then your spirit was the one screaming, and it annoyed me. So I put an end to your spirit. Your ghost.

You became like me.
Dead.




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