That night. It was a cold chilly day in September. September 11th actually. It was a normal day. By normal I mean my dad had beat me that morning then went to work. I spend most of my last hours reading a book. Of course I didn’t know it was my last day. I figured I would live past my father's beatings and do something with my life but no.
He came home pissed off. Like always. I was about to get up to lock my door when he kicked it open. I remember him yelling something about how it was my fault that he lost money then went crazy. It started with him hitting me with his belt in my stomach. Normally he would do that a few things then stop but nope. After that he had tied my hands together and punch my ribs. I tried not to cry but the tears kept flowing out. Because of that he slapped me. Hard. In the eye. I fell backwards. That’s when he took my art project structure and hit me on over the head with it. I tumbled back and tripped over my bed and the spike shape lamp that I have went through my head. I died instantly. I knew I was dead the moment I started to fall backwards. The ghost form of me came out and I watched my death. I also watched my father drag my body out and bury me in our backyard then clean all the blood. He makes me feel sick. I could be doing something with my life. I could be living my dream of being a photographer. I would have moved out of his house years ago and been happy. He took that away for me! I hate him! Because of him I’m stuck helping other people as a ghost! A ghost! It’s not fair.
My father is dead to me.
YOU ARE READING
The Ghost.
SpiritualEmily is a 16 year old girl who was brutally beat and killed by her father. Which makes her dead. Only certain people can see her. The ones who are in pain. She may not be alive, but can she help these lost soles, and lead them into the right place?
