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IN LOVE WITH A GHOST
(I'll come up with a better name later...)
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IN LOVE WITH A GHOST
(I'll come up with a better name later...)
Please dont comment! If you want to say something, message me, please ♥
Silhouette sat on the corner of her bed and stared at her notebook. It was obviously mistreated; it had knife markings imbedded on the cover. Silhouette felt across the book softly. She didn’t like to hurt herself. She would take it out on her notebook but sometimes a notebook wouldn’t suffice... She opened the book to a random page and began to read the poem.
Silhouette had always been the quiet child no one liked. Once, when she was younger, her pre-school teacher asked the class to draw something they’ve dreamed about, something they want, or something they’ve seen that made them feel different. Silhouette drew a mighty beast with fangs and claws soaked in blood. As she grew up, her hallucinations grew worse. She had dreams, nightmares to be accurate, she saw things, heard things, she wasn't insane. She was lost, lonely, and mistreated. Silhouette never had any friends. It might have been because she never gave people a chance or the fact that she was always seen as a freak, a mistake. She only had two friends, growing up. Only she could hear them, see them. Is it not normal for a child to have an imaginary friend at one point in their life? Apparently it was very abnormal. Silhouette would always cry to them, talk to them, they were the only ones who didnt make fun of her. She could trust them with her secrets.
