Chapter 3

I was still in my room. Just staring out the window. Watching the bunnies, wolves, and squirrels running through the large woods we were never told you enter as kids.

My mother shut my door. She's representing those parents who shut their deceased child's door so their memories wouldn't be so painful every time they saw my old room when I was alive

I found out something about being a ghost.

I can't walk through walls and doors like in the movies but I can make noise to alert people.

I walk over to my door and gently open it, attempting not to make a sound however the door squeezed a bit but not enough to really catch attention.

I walked downstairs. My mother was lying down on the sofa not uttering a word. My father sat in his chair with his hand running through his hair, disheveling it even more.

I lightly rested my hand on her hand which she almost immediately forcing her hand away and under her blanket.

"Are you okay?" My father asks more worryingly.

"My hand...just got...cold" My mother whispered out, her voice hoarse from crying.

"I love you mommy, daddy, Hayden, and Weston..." I said, hoping they could hear me but they didn't...

I opened the front door, which made my mother and father quickly jump up and run to the door.

"Must be the wind" My father said to my mother before closing the door behind me.

I walked off the small stone pad. The grass needed mowing but that didn't mean anything to my dad anymore. I walked off down the sidewalk. Before I knew it, my feet carried me to his house. There was a pink Chevy in the parking lot.



I slowly opened the front door. As usual, it was unlocked but the house was quiet except for a women's voice.

I followed the sounds all the way to the same bedroom I saw them in.

Jay sat on the bed with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. His expression was monotone as he watched the women in front of him. Her shirt was on the floor, showing off her restricted breasts in the lace bra. She crawled out from the corner of the room and straddled Jay's lap. Something flashed in his eyes but it was gone as quick as it appeared.

She started rocking herself back and forth on his lap. He swiftly flips the woman over so she was under him.

I just stared at them. I couldn't feel anything other than the betrayal in my broken heart. I walked away from the room and back outside.

I watched the children run around the street. I always wanted a child. A little half me and half...A child to make me happy. To make me feel even more loves than I actually thought I was. But now I can't have a child. A little girl or boy. A precious baby cradled in my arms...all because they took that from me. They took my love. Took my trust. Then I took my life to settle it. The only thing they left was a ghost of a 22-year-old girl covered in cuts and bruises. I suppose you can say I'm broken. Just a broken soul lingering in a Hell on Earth.

Maybe I am just a broken soul that roams. Forever...

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