Max by my friend Alana

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

it's about a ghoast in love with a alive person

Max
Max died when he was turning 16. He met me when 
I moved in my house in elk grove and will never 
stop following me. When I was outside I heard a 
voice call my sisters name “angelina”. I was 
looking for that voice and nothing was in site. So I 
said who's there any one there nothing dead silence. 
A minute later he called my name “Alana,Alana” I 
said who's there nothing dead silence. I got very 
scared and went upstairs to my room. In the 
morning I woke up and went to go to the kitchen 
when all of a sudden the voice said again 
Alana,Alana I said who's there any one there. A 
deep voice said yes I'm Max. I said have you been 
calling me and my sisters name. Yes I was trying to 
get your attention. I said but why is it that every 
time I try to talk to you u never reply. He said I 
thought you would be scared of me. I said well 
may e if you would of talked to me I wouldn't be scared and actually get some sleep.well any way I'm 
not scared of you but are you a ghost. Yes I am 
well I said how did you die. Never mind if you 
don't want to talk about it you don't have to. 
No,no,no,no,no he said I don't mind at all well I 
died before I got home it was my birth day and I 
went out with my friends to celebrate. We went to 
parties and stuff then I was driving. I was kind of 
drunk I guess when I was driving then all I 
remember is never waking up not to see another 
day of light just to be in this dark world,where it is 
a dark black hole I hate it. Wow I said that is said. 
I know what you've been trying to do Alana. What 
have I been trying to do I asked. He said you've 
been trying to cut your self and hurt your self 
trust Me Alana its not fun and I don't want you to 
hurt yourself. “Max you can't tell me what to do 
your not my mom I hate you I hate you I hate you 
I HATE YOU AND I HATE MY LIFE”. ( I go into my 
room grave a pair of scissors and cut my wrists. He opens the door graves them out of my hand and 
throws me on the bed “ Alana are you crazy” I said 
your a jerk I hate you and as walk out of the 
room he graves me by the arm Alana I don't want 
you to get hurt I love you.


Submitted: June 07, 2013

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