I sat down. I didn't want to look at her face. I didn't want to say anything. I just wanted to go back home and sit next to my mommmy. I hate my life. Nothing is right. I just want to be a regular teenage girl, and yet i don't even have any friends at this place. I just want to be at my old home and live like i did about a month ago.
"Hello! Welcome my name is Catheren. So what are you here for?"
I started crying. If i start school everyone going to know me as the girl who was going to kill herself. No one would ever like me. No one would want to be near me either. I cryed harder. It was that stupid ghosts fault! I wouldn't have done any of this if that ghost was never here. The tears came down like a waterfall. I couldn't control myself. I closed my eyes and let the tears roll down. I didn't want to admit anything.
'I- I well, I almost killed myself." I managed to choke out.
"Was it an accident?" She replyed
"No-." It ended as a sober.
She grabbed her notbook and began writing. I wonder what she was thinking of me. Like a stupid idiot? I bet she did. I just wanted to leave. This place reminded me of what all happened. Even when i first came in this house and went into the attic. I didn't want to mention the ghost part of my story. No one will believe me, they never did before. I could feel my heart ponding against my chest. I didn't know why i was so nervous. I was just going to lie to this girl until my session is over. No one will understand me. That's part of the reason i have kept it to myself. I just wonder if there was anyone else that got haunted like me too.
"Did you want to kill yourself?" She asked again.
My memory showed up. I woke up in an early morning in the tent with a glistening knife sitting next to me. I picked it up and moved it closer and closer to my throat a face appeared in front of me. My mom had a upset kind of face.My mom is probably imbaraced to be seen even near me knowing her daughter is a killer. Will my mom be afraid of me? I really hope not. I would never, ever kill my mom she is my life saver. I would never do anything to hurt her. She is my superman. But sometimes i have to let go of my baby blanket and move on. I can't really do anything about it. It's called life. But i hate life. It's so stupid. My mind went back to the ghost. I still didn't understand why that ghost was after me, i didn't do anything. That thing is targeted and that really worries me. It wont stop. I am just going to have to fight through it. I really can't do anything about it. I have to kill it somehow.
The rest of the day i couldnt stop crying. I was really upset. I just hope that ghost has left.
_______________________________________________________________________________
Yellow! Shoutout to Amelia for sending me an e-mail. Thank you so much Amelia for reading and enjoying my book. I bet you weren't expecting me to write this on here XD... And a shoutout again to ktsoftball who helped me with an idea...please vote and fan me! thank you so much!
XOXOXO
Jordyn
YOU ARE READING
The Attic
Mystery / ThrillerClaire, a middle schooler had a perfect life. Everything was going fine until she has to move. Later on her mom asks her to bring a box in the attic. She never realized what awaits her. The thing was watching her every move. The thing was targeted o...
