I've had a long day and I think you'd have noticed by now that I am Mya. I don't think my cousin was even there, I was just going a bit crazy in the head is all, and I think I deserve a nice break, so I locked myself away to project dreams into my head, dreams of better times.
I wake up on a soft hill, this grass felt real, not like that weird stuff everywhere. I looked down at my hand, a soft fleshy texture I wasn't used to, I usually have an unexplainable texture, kind of like super smooth plastic that you can barely feel, but is also heavier. I can't talk here, I'm just visiting. I'm visiting the memory in my head.
As I try to make sense of the surroundings, I notice my sister giggling with me while we roll down the hill. I miss her Mya was the best little sister I could ever ask for, even thought she was annoying at times.I don't know how old she is now though, but it was no more than a few years ago that I died and saw her last, I know that much.
She was so happy, dad was definitely alive at this time, and we were just normal kids. It hurts so I leave. I return to the room I had previously locked myself inside, and warp myself out. I wonder how my 'soul' got trapped anyways? I don't quite believe in souls, ghosts or spirits, but for some reason, my consciousness is still here, living inside my rotting mind. I've probably been buried behind the church near my house, in that creepy little graveyard, so I can't really afford to stay afraid of that place, because it's where I am, and it's inevitable.
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RandomOC STORY :33! Also this isn't Bugbo I just put the tag because it's referenced and there's a crossover soo ye (I'm hyperfixated) and if I add any other unrelated tags it's prob the same thing. *JOIN SILLY AND THE PALS ON FUN FILLED ADVENTURES FOREV...
