𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨.

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"𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧."















MAISIE PETERS was a girl with a dream, living in a little house, with her little family and a world revolving around music. Her childhood had been filled with beautiful melodies and her head filled with an expanse of instrumental harmonies. The four walls she slept in painted with various band posters, her desk littered with cds and stacks of old and new records lined up against one another. From a early age the girl had mastered the guitar, piano and the art of song writing. Words delicately lacing the pages she wrote on in an arranged order to create glorious poems when sung. 

Her parents were her biggest supporters, educating her on music that plagued the world around them, the dark and luring world that presented itself. Susanne Peters and Blake Peters knew of the death sentence that came with a ghosts touch, as did Maisie, but Maisie never would of imagined witnessing the death of her beloved parents at the hands of a visitor. Never could she imagine being taken to an agency that shared no love for orphans with talents. 

Although thats where she lived from the age of ten to fourteen. It was a roof, food and a reasonably stable living condition. Although her heart ached to be held by her parents, she was grounded, by the girl who slept in the bed next to her. Amelie. Amelie jones was Maisie's whole world, her best friend, her new sister. Amelie had lost her parents as well, but never told Maisie how, the supposed heartbreak was too much for her to talk about. 

They laughed, cried and shared a love for music together. Amelie admiring Maisie's pure angelic voice and poetic writing. Maisie was content with her life, her somewhat joyful life she was thrown into.  Until one job shattered her mending heart and splintered her chest, ripping it right open. A risky and unplanned job that resulted in the loss of too many young lives and too many of her friends. She lost the only person she had left, and it was all her fault. Amelie Marie Jones was dead. The life she dreamed of taken from her by a ghostly touch. The echo of Amelie's scream still haunting in the back of her mind as the ghost got too close and Maisie was too late. 

















" 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝."














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