Blake and I continue our journey throughout Heaven. "What is Hell like?" I ask. He smiles. "Or I could be a freak in the sheets in the room with her hands tied up," He sings. I snatch the earplug out of his ear. "What about having my hands tied up in the sheets?" I ask. He chuckles. He blushes for a second. "It's a song, Victoria," Blake says. "Maybe," He coughs.
We go back to Earth, and some weird things begin to happen. More weird than before. I turn around, to notice a girl. She is about my height, with black hair, pale skin, and green eyes. "Help," She says. "I need you, we all need you." I stare at her with wide eyes. "Who needs me?" I ask. "The
ghosts," She replies. I stand there, not knowing what to say. "Do you need my help?" I ask. She nods. "My name is Kristen Beech. I was thirteen years old, my mother, father and I lived in a large, dark house. The Nazi's came and took her. I was killed in the holocaust, and I never saw my mother again. I need your help to help me find the light, and finally be with my mother." Kristen explains. Wow. Talk about a sad story. "I will do what I can," I say. "But, why is this happening to me? I am sixteen years old with ovarian cancer. I just want to be normal." I say. She looks at me, her eyes glaring as if she is looking for something. "You are special. The world needs you. You are the balance who can fight off demons and spirits...Although all hell has frozen over." Kristen says. As I glare at her, questions popping up in my brain, she slowly disappears into the wind. I turn around, glaring at Blake. "Talk about abnormal." Blake says. "You're telling me," I say.
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The Whispers in the Raindrops
Random16-year-old Victoria Shaw. She has cancer, and no doctor has to tell her she is different. One day, she is in Walmart. People break in, shooting. She runs away in fear, and begins to notice weird things. Paranormal things. Until she meets someone...
