Chapter Eleven

What are the chances that one person amongst a group of six could go into the same building, and be the only one walking out with a ghost by their tail.

Why did the ghost choose this specific person, why not all the others that went along with her? Why didn't the ghost simply leave when she never gave up, why did the ghost consistently try to kill her when she just wouldn't die?

Why would the ghost claim her body belonged to her, when she had nothing to do with her past, when she didn't even know her name until just…

Why do I have to be the person that suffers? Why must I constantly look over my shoulders in fear of seeing you standing behind me, hands ready to suck the life out of me?

Why me? Why Leah? Why?

Why can't you choose someone else? Why are you so persistent on torturing me? Why am I the first and last person you have chosen to harm?

What is so special about my body?

What makes you want it so badly? Why do you crave to even just touch it for a while? Why have you taken interest in a body that is shrivelled?

A body that is hanging by a thread? Why do you care so much yet so little that you don't care how you get to have it as long as it is yours?

Why have you given yourself over to by any means possible? Why me specifically I ask you again?

Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? 

Why! Tell me why? Give me a reason as to why you choose to afflict me! Day in and day out, why must I be your victim, why are you so stubborn? Why can't you just leave? Why won't you leave? Why don't you give up? Why do you continue to come back time after time? Even if I fight you? Even if I win over you?

Leave me! Please leave! Leave leave leave leave leave leave! 

Please I beg you i plead with you, I ask you as a fellow prisoner, please leave me

Spare me, let me have this life, I will give you the next if I have another.

Please…

Please….

I want to be happy, I want to be happy like her..

Like the girl that taunts my dreams.

The one that haunts my nightmares.

The one that is beyond beautiful.

Can she share her beauty with me?

Will she share her happiness with me? 

Will she ever stop taunting me?

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Books upon books. None explain anything, everything spoke about how to get rid of the supernatural, they repeated themselves over and over, as if I hadn't already tried all these things.

Micheal was beginning to get concerned for me, I could tell by the look he kept flashing me with from across the room.

I don't tend to read a lot, I used to read a little back when I was writing my book, but almost all my old habits died along with my will to live.

Until now I suppose, now more than ever I wanted to live, to continue life, to continue my story, to publish it, to sign it for my adoring fans, to say hi to every each and everyone of them, and tell them how much I love them for reading my story.

Now more than ever I wanted Micheal to go on his trip, and come to a stable sister who can take care of herself, not a broken girl hanging by a thread, not old Leah that only lives on for the people around her but for herself also.

Because I deserve to live, because I deserve to be happy. After everything that has happened to me, who can say I don't?

She lived her life, she got to live her dreams, and it was very unfortunate what happened to her that day but it just wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair to me, she knew it wasn't, I wasn't apart of the doctors that killed her and her baby, I didn't carve out her heart, I didn't place at the feet of a… demon.

I was but a child when it was all happening, still schooling when it happened, I had my nose deep in books, trying to get good grades so I would pass with flying colors, yet because of her my academic career in school downgraded.

I was no longer smart, I was just there, and by some luck I managed to graduate.

Well not anymore, no more weak frail, defenseless Leah.

I'm getting tired of her.

I glanced at Micheal again, he was looking at me, brow furrowed. "What is it?" I asked, he shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips.

I took another book I hadn't read yet and leaned back, "are you reading for inspiration?" He finally spoke.

I shook my head.

No more lying either

"I'm doing research" I hoped for my own promise to myself, that he wouldn't ask me- "for what?" but of course he did anyway.

And I wasn't about to back down on my own word, to my own self. How could I improve if I couldn't even be true to myself?

"I've been experiencing some paranormal things, with this ghost, and I want to know how to get rid of her" he laughed, a big stomach deep laugh, that made me feel stupid.

Of course he wouldn't believe something as absurd as that, of course he wouldn't he wasn't crazy, who would? 

A ghost haunting you 

Ha

How ridiculous.

"I'm telling the truth" he calmed himself down and looked at me with hooded eyes from sleepless nights at the office. 

I stared back at him, serious, not even smirking to make him think otherwise.

"What do you mean?" I shrugged, "it's been happening for the past five years" Micheal remained quiet, I waited for him to respond.

But the sound of his ever soothing voice didn't reach my ears, when  black surrounded me.

I snapped my head over my shoulder as I heard a baby's cry from a distance.

I stayed perfectly still when the baby came into focus, along with the… beast

The beast now had two more heads to accompany the first, its knees bent backwards still, and it's chest heaved.

His nose flared and smoke came out every time he exhaled a breath.

I swallowed my own saliva. 

I needed to be brave.

I needed to show her I wasn't scared.

The beast reached for the baby like it did before, and cradled it in its arms back and forth like a mother.

Then as I expected, it devoured the child once more again, this time it took its time, digging at the child's intestines as he cried.

The beast dragged out the boy's long intestine and sucked it up as if it were a noodle, and together the three heads of the beast split the child into three and devoured him right in front of me.

I was taken back to my living room.

Micheal was still silent looking at me from across the room with a look of disdain.

I placed the book down on the coffee table and closed my eyes, trying to get the gruesome image out of my head.

Tears slipped down my face, and I wiped them away and laughed.

"See. It just happened right now"