Lovely words

Lovely words 2

CHAPTER 2

Memories

It's been a few hours now that Nimzee and I have been in these bushes, I was on my phone looking at some videos on the internet, while Nimzee has been continuously looking at the area she was in. I was pretty scared of every minute that has passed. Anyone could pop up and find us, my parents, the neighbour, the police, a drug dealer, a murderer, anyone. All my life, I've been living, in a very dangerous neighbourhood my parents couldn't afford a safe place to live. There money would always go to drugs and alcohol. I've only ever seen negativity. All my life, I don't know what it's like to be loved. If someone asked me... I wouldn't be able to respond. I just don't know. I want to feel it, if its the opposite of what my life is right now, then really want it. Where is the shooting star that I've wanted to see? Where's the time of 11:11 that I've longed for? I need the wish, Im desperate for a thread and needle to fix my heart, my soul... My everything...

Time was passing, my phone was low on battery, I do have my charger, but I can't plug it in anywhere. Ill just have to wait for when I go to school tomorrow, yet I should be there today. Better not take any chances. Everyone would bullied me almost in every way, I was almost at the point of being sexual abused. I had to delete ever kind of account that I've owned. I would be spammed, made fun of, they would photoshop pictures of me doing terrible things, they would post them and make stupid captions on it like, "The bitch is out for her nightly howl again, who will be her next victim" I was looking over the pictures, hating what I saw. I wish I could get my revenge from them. I don't deserve to be treated the way I am!

My phone finally died, I placed it to the side as I was watching Nimzee, frolic around the area. I almost forgot how long she's been dead. I remember that day now, we were in the park at school. We were playing on the slide just going up and down the slide just chasing each other around, just having fun as kids would normally do. We began to run around the playground for awhile, I started to chase Nimzee towards the sand box without realization. We both fell into the sand box and we were still for awhile. No one ever went near the sand box, ever. We were never sure why. We got a little scared. We got up to sit in a cross legged position as we began to slowly started to play again. We were making a little friends hand shake, laughing, being the silly girls we were. After awhile, we lied back in the sand, wondering why people were always scared to be in the sand box. I felt something on my hand a few minutes later. I thought that Nimzee was messing around with me. I got up to see a large spider on my hand, I freaked out flicked my hand around, and took a step back feeling terror. Nimzee wasn't scared though. She had this strong affection towards spiders and strange bugs.

She took the spider in her hands, you could tell she was really concentrated on to find out what kind of spider it was. She has always been a child with a bad memory. I came a little closer Nimzee screamed as the spider ran off. Nimzee was bitten by the spider, I've seen it at last second as a black widow spider. I picked up Nimzee and ran to the school, by the time we got to the nurses office, she already passed.The nurses found that it only spread fast because she was highly allergic to all spider types.

After that day she died I prayed repeatedly for her to come back. A week after my prays, I felt a could hand on my shoulder. At fist I jolted far into the corner of my room expecting it to be my dad getting ready to beat me. I lifted my hands from my face to see that it was a bright light blue light by my bed, it smiled I was so happy that it was Nimzee. Even though she was Ghost, it was still nice to be with her. The first year she wasn't able to talk, slowly she began to develop her voice as I started grade three. She would start coming to school with me, joining me at activity time. And that's when all the bullies came along, apparently I was a 'fag' for playing alone. I didn't know they couldn't see her at all, I didn't know that I was the only one who can see her. I tried so many times to tell them all. They just wouldn't listen to me. My heart was crushed every time they would call me names, chase me round the school with fake spiders, of sometimes give me a "friendly" punch on the shoulder. If could go back in time, I'd probably make it so the spider never got her. She was living a happy life, she had sweet parents a good education, and she was so beautiful. When her parents got the news of her being dead, they just couldn't Handel it, they moved to England to see a very special personal doctor to help them with there new found depression. They haven't came back ever since.

After awhile, i noticed that Nimzee was moving objects around and cleaning up the area. I remember the day we found this little area. I were trying to run away from my parents, we had wood dust in our hair and they thought we took there crack and stupid drugs and alcohol. We ran and hid in the bushes on the side of my house, months after we found it we would paint the branches, we put the big mat in it so I can get in there from the roof top. It's been forever since we've been in here. It's nice to see our old memories.