Is this real? There's no way this is real. I looked at the doctor and he smiled a sad smile.
"Your girlfriend passed away. Sorry champ." I've been in the hospital for at least twenty minutes staring at her. And now I'm told she's dead. How does that even happen? Is she a ghost or just a hallucination from the pain meds? As if on cue her, ghost, came towards me and whispered in my ear: "You shouldn't be alive. You should be a ghost like me. I was doing you a favor." She looked like she really did think that. She vanished as the doctor walked in.
"Can you talk?" Said doctor Olsey, judging by his name tag. I looked at him like he was stupid.
"No I can't speak. I'm just using a voice box." He rolled his eyes at me. A nurse walked in, killed the doctor and kidnapped me along with a bunch of morphine. Great. Such a fun life.
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Happily tragic.
Ficção AdolescenteJohn Greene is my inspiration for this book. This is a kidnapping stalker story. But you love the stalker. Don't you?
