The ghost of 1999

°Chapter 1°

George could hear the footsteps edging closer, the closer they got, the heavier his breathing got. The footsteps stopped, his breath hitched.

He seemed to be in an empty bedroom, the only thing in the room was a plain white mattress and a single chair.

The old door that was in front of him opened with a squeak, he saw a man with a knife in one hand and a rope in the other. The poor boy's widened at the sight, he started begging for mercy.

His mind didn't know what was happening. It was like he was watching from the boy's perspective, he could feel the terror and fear strike through the boy. That was until he realized, that boy was him.

He begged and pleaded for the man to let him be free. The man rose the knife when George woke up.

                       ~George P.O.V~
I woke up, beads of sweat rolling down my face. I looked at my hands, I then looked around my room. I was a little glad to see I was in my own bed, I felt a wave of relief wash over me.

I replayed the dream in my mind, it was like a song on loop. I remembered it very vividly. The upsetting part? It wasn't a dream, it was a memory. I started crying and shaking uncontrollably, I felt broken and empty at the thought of him coming back. I wish someone was there to comfort me.

I was lonely, no one was there to hug me on my depressive lows, and no one to congratulate me when I did something right. I just want someone.

I checked the time, it was 4:30am, so I decided to get out of bed and maybe even go for a walk. I dragged my tired body down the stairs and to the kitchen.

'What should I eat?' I thought to myself while looking at the selection of cereal boxes.

'Cheerios will do for now I guess.' I thought to myself as I was pouring the small tan circle pieces into the bowl. It was just me and my thoughts, as always. Why can't anything interesting happen to me?

I always see these celebrities on tv going on vacation with loved ones or a lover. Sometimes I wonder if the same thing will ever happen to me.

I know it will probably never happen, but a man can dream right? Ever since my parents abandoned me when I was 16, I never really found purpose for life. Maybe it will change, only time can tell.

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