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♔ III : Diamond

Do you believe in angels? Or would you rather believe in ghosts?

Well , maybe if I was a little bit more specific you’d understand where I’m coming from .

The moment I left the hospital I felt as if someone else was accompanying me. It wasn’t just me that ran through those streets without getting hit by a car. It was someone else. . Or something.

As I ran down those streets I kept stopping looking for that . . . thing. After the fifth stop I turned myself around looking at what I was leaving behind. I wasn’t exactly leaving anything behind but the mere fact that I was on a journey to nowhere affected my speed. If I kept running to who-knew-where, I’d be at a dead end eventually. I didn’t know my way around the city that good. After all, I was never allowed to go out… Every time Linda went shopping or anything else, she’d leave me in the house with Brandon. He’d always hit me for the fun of it even if I were as quite as a mouse.

But I didn’t want to think about that right now. I was trying to run away from those problems. No matter how many times I tried to make my own decision on which way to turn or which street to cross, my body wanted to go the opposite way.

November 15th, 2006 . . 11:15 am

And so, I turned and turned and turned onto another street until I couldn’t take another step. I collapsed onto the floor and the moment my body touched the sidewalk, I felt someone hoisting me up. My first intention was to push them away but when I was on my feet and look ahead of me and saw no one there; my second intention was to scream.

But as I opened my mouth to scream, I saw a girl about twice my age walking towards me.

The wind blew against her natural hair making her appear as a model. She stopped in front of me and motioned for me to follow her.

I immediately obeyed and followed her down the sidewalk. I couldn’t help but keep looking at her. She was so pretty. Her beauty made me feel hideous. But there was something about her that reminded me of myself. Probably the way she didn’t speak a lot? I don’t know . . But she was creeping me out.

“How? Because I’m not speaking?”

I widened my eyes and stared up at her and she did the same.

“How am I creeping you out?” a voice said. I couldn’t decide whether it was her voice or mine because her lips weren’t moving. But it had to be her. Why would I be speaking to myself?

“It is me.” Her voice said. Well, I figured it was hers. “I can’t talk but I can hear your thoughts and answer them through mine.”

She stopped and pointed at a beige house across the street. I didn’t even have anytime to question her; she kept going on.

“Go in there.” She said in my head. “Knock on the door and ask for Miriam. If the person that answers the door asks why, tell him its confidential. He’s going to let you in but remember this Jordin, Miriam’s going to think you’re a ghost because she sees visions of you from the past, future and present. No matter what happens, don’t mention me to her. Don’t tell her how you found out who she is or where she lives. If you do you’ll be messing up the future.”

“I’m not going in there.” I said out loud backing away from her. “You’re probably trying to kill me.. You’re probably one of Brandon’s assistants.”

“For God sakes, Serenity!” she yelled in my head. Her face grew angry as she stared down at me. “Just listen to me. Your stubbornness is what got you killed in the first place!”

My feet locked theirselves on the ground and my mouth dropped open.

“What- what do you mean. . killed?” I stuttered. “I. .”