Ghosts was written on my phone, so there are some typos I'll need too go back and fix. It's just this crazy story about crazy ghosts.
I finally went back and fixed the textos.
February 16, 2011
Ghosts
"Sometimes the ghosts find me," he whispered into her ear. "They creep out of the shadows, slowly drawing closer. I'll catch some movement out of the corner of my eye. As they draw nearer I start to feel there presence. But, it's when their cold, dead hand pierces my heart that I'm filled with pain."
She frowns slightly and rests her hand gently on the boy. He looks pleadingly into her dark eyes. She says playfully, "The next time one shows up, just point it out to me and I'll protect you. You're my boy, it's my job to keep you safe."
She nuzzles his neck playfully and grins. He grasps her tightly. A soft sigh escapes the boy's lips. This is why I love her. He tries to pull her closer, but she slips out of his grip and giggles.
"You love it, don't you?" He says.
Raising an eyebrow she asks, "Love what?"
"Knowing that I still need you. That no matter much I struggle you're always here. That my mind is tangled with thoughts of you."
At these words she gets upset, "If you don't want me here... I'll leave."
She stands up and turns to walk away. The boy grabs at her hand, but it's already too late. She's hurt and has already started walking away. "Come back," he cries. "I didn't mean it. I made a mistake. Please stop."
But, she's gone. He lies alone in bed. Out of the corner of his eye something moves. As the ghost draws closer he shudders.
"Leave. Please just leave," he begs. But, she does not care. Did she ever care?
"But I care about you. I love you." She murmurs lovingly. "What's wrong? You can talk to me."
"Sometimes the ghosts find me..."
She frowns slightly and rests her hand gently on the boy. He looks pleadingly into her dark eyes. She says playfully, "The next time one shows up, just point it out to me and I'll protect you. You're my boy, it's my job to keep you safe."
She nuzzles his neck playfully and grins. He grasps her tightly. A soft sigh escapes the boy's lips. This is why I love her. He tries to pull her closer, but she slips out of his grip and giggles.
"You love it, don't you?" He says.
Raising an eyebrow she asks, "Love what?"
"Knowing that I still need you. That no matter much I struggle you're always here. That my mind is tangled with thoughts of you."
At these words she gets upset, "If you don't want me here... I'll leave."
She stands up and turns to walk away. The boy grabs at her hand, but it's already too late. She's hurt and has already started walking away. "Come back," he cries. "I didn't mean it. I made a mistake. Please stop."
But, she's gone. He lies alone in bed. Out of the corner of his eye something moves. As the ghost draws closer he shudders.
"Leave. Please just leave," he begs. But, she does not care. Did she ever care?
"But I care about you. I love you." She murmurs lovingly. "What's wrong? You can talk to me."
"Sometimes the ghosts find me..."
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