She was running as fast as she could, her hair bouncing on her shoulders as she took every step she wanted to stop trying, let it all go run away... but she knew she could never do it she knew that she was to scared to be alone✧
"Axarie was laying in the same abandoned house she has been laying in for years, re-living the same day over and over again, the same drunk couple coming in, the same drunk couple doing the devils tango every day of every year in HER BED! yes HER bed, the bed SHE HAD slept in BEFORE SHE DIED, BEFORE SHE HAD THESE ASSHOLES HAVING SEX IN HER BED" {first person} oh fuck what am i doing with my afterlife..im being a narrator for my own day! what am i going to say next 'axarie gets of the counter and grabs a mug' ;) i was right I DID pick up a mug. you know if i watch that couple having sex it would be like-like live porn.They would see me :/ WAIT IM A GHOST so they wouldnt see me.
"I am going insane" I thought to myself, I mean am I kidding? I would do anything, just to make this stop, I want to stop reliving the same day, over and over and over again.
"what if i kill them? that might make this stupid timeline thing stop"
"what if i try scare them, like move something or knock something over?"
"what if i order pizza?"
this is like a reality tv show There is only one right answer, what will Axarie choose?' i mock in a deep voice .
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Teen Fictionthis will be my own storyline !!! I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS EXEPT AXARIE <3 this is my first story so its will not be the best, there might be some grammar or smelling mistakes -