Ghost Diaries

Heeeeeeeyyyyy there!!!!! So this is my story. I really hope you guys like it? Obviously you guys don't have too but I would LOVE LOVE LOVE if you voted, commented, shared whatever your little heart desires ;) Okay enough of me blabbing on let's get reading shall we?!

"In every shadow there is light, in every tear a smile. In death, I know there still is life that lingers for a while." Author unknown.

I remember when it happened, it was a Sunday evening. I hate Sundays now. I was brushing my teeth preparing for bed, when I heard the subtle echoes of my mom talking on the phone below me. I kneeled down and pressed my enquiring ear up against the bitter grate. I perceived the sound of my dad's defining footsteps making his way down stairs. My parents began bickering but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. Still somehow I knew it wasn't going to be good. My mom's cry gradually got louder, as I listened to my dad comfort her. I anxiously got up, still a little uncertain of what to do. I tip toed my tiny feet across the wooden floors; trying my best not to make a sound, although I don't know why. I slowly squeaked open the basement door.

"Mommy, Daddy?" I whispered innocently. I could hear my mom trying to pull herself back together as she sniffled her fears away.

"Grace sweetheart? Uh, sit down your father and I need to talk to you" my mother said as she sat me down on our old beat up leather couch.

"You know" she laughed. "Death is a funny thing. Sometimes the people you love most, leave when you least expect it. But god makes no mistakes" my mother put on a fake smile. My stomach dropped as my breaths just kept getting longer and louder. I didn't know what was going on but all I wanted to do at this point was burst into tears.

"Mom, what do you mean? I cried

"Honey, Olivia she's... well she's been in a horrific accident" she simplified "she's in a better place Gracie" she looked down placing her delicate hands on my scrawny leg. I observed the fear in my parent's eyes when I sat there with no expression or emotion just frozen like a statue.Everyone and everything around me was silent, I spotted out of the corner of my eye as my dad screamed my name.

"Grace, grace!" but all I could hear was my heart racing out of my chest, Life around me transformed into slow motion as it lead me into the worst experience of my life. I was only 14 years young when my best friend Olivia Stewart died in a catastrophic car accident.

***

1 month later...

"Grace! Come on you're going to miss the buss!" called my dad. I slowly moaned down the stairs like a zombie. "Could you go maybe just a little faster?" chuckled my dad, as he motioned his hands towards the door. So I sarcastically sprinted to the bus. When I got there I noticed all the kids staring at me, as if I was a ghost. It made me feel like I had no point being alive, like I didn't matter to anyone any more.

"Can I help you?" I rudely asked, travelling my eyes around. I made my way to the back of the bus as I sat in an empty seat. I curled up into a ball burying my head into my chest, as I listened to the cacophony of whispers. They pierced into my head, mocking my name. Why once Olivia died I had to start getting bullied? Like losing my best friend wasn't bad enough.

"Alrighty kids, keep it moving" growled Mr. Smith our bus driver. All 32 kids got up shoving their way out of the bus like a stampede, a pandemonium.

"Hey grace right?" said the deep unfamiliar voice from behind me.

"Um yes?" I responded peculiarly, still with my back facing the stranger. I curiously turned around, to the sight of a tall mysterious boy, with dark brown hair and grey eyes. He was wearing a blue striped shirt with a pink tie and black faded jeans.

"What can I do for you" I smirked trying my best to hold in my laughter. He gazed at me trailing his eyes across my body, as if he knew I was trying not to laugh.

"Hey you're in no position to judge. I'm new here, would you mind showing me to Mrs. Hardy's class?" he said crossing his arms. I hesitated for a second as I thought. I mean honestly I didn't want anything to do with anyone for the rest of my life! But on the other hand his sarcastic voice and deep grey eyes intrigued me and He didn't have to question me every five seconds about my loss then apologize for being rude. In a way he satisfied me, I liked knowing he doesn't know me.

"Umm sure, I'm actually heading that way too! Follow me." I said ignoring his comment. He awkwardly dragged his big neon yellow shoes across the hall way floors, luring twice as many eyes towards me.

"Great" I mumbled "just what I need; more attention" I thought to myself as I wandered my eyes nervously. "So where you from?" I asked, trying to move on from the awkward silence.

"Florida" he responded

"Florida! Lucky, so what brings you to such a small town in Canada?" I asked astonished.

"Well supposedly my dad got a new job." He answered. For a couple of seconds we went back to silence, only the sound of his wet shoes squeaking against the tile floors.

"This is it Mrs. Hardy's history class"

"Well thanks" he started to walk away

"Oh wait! I didn't catch your name" I said holding my hand out as if my life depended on it

"Its Dylan" he laughed. I nodded my head and scurried away.

***

Later that night I was lying in bed thinking. I was thinking of Olivia, life, just running everything threw my head. How it happened so fast, I needed Olivia back. I couldn't live my life like this anymore; I decided to take out mine and Olivia's old diary. We used to write in it together it had all our memories stored in just 50 pages. I had to talk about my feelings somehow and there was no way I was going to go to therapy, so I might as well talk about it to Olivia herself. I took the golden key around my neck and un-locked the diary. As I flipped through all the pages of our memories I felt as if there was no hope, like I should just give up and let it be. I sighed as I looked over and grabbed my purple pen to begin writing.

Dear diary Olivia,

It's been a while since I've written to you. I guess I kinda miss writing. I lost you last month; it was a rainy evening, there was thunder too. The clouds were a dark misty grey, which covered the moon. It was cold and windy outside but it was the kind of cold where if your inside safe and dry you felt comfy. If I remember correctly that whole day I felt sick, or maybe it was just the memory that made me feel so sick. You were driving with your older sister and a truck or something came and hit the car, or so I'm told. Your sister survived with a couple broken bones and a concussion. But you died instantly... I can only imagine what your last thoughts were. You know what the worst part about all of this is? I didn't even get the chance to say "I love you!" Or even a simple "goodbye" Just so you know I'm pretty much the biggest loser in school now and I have like no one to talk to, except this blank page.

I laughed for a second, I don't know why but I found myself laughing. Maybe I was just trying so hard not to cry I ended up laughing instead. "Lights out by ten honey" yelled my mom from the bottom of the stairs "oh yeah and you're going to see Dr. Robinson tomorrow, He's a great therapist! I'll take you out of school early" I rolled my eyes a little too dramatically as I concealed my face into my pink fluffy pillow.

"Why me god? Why do I have to suffer?" I thought to myself as I noticed the tears rolling down my cheeks. I could almost picture her standing in front of me with her long blonde hair and pale skin. Her big bright green eyes looking into mine as the freckles painted across her face hypnotized me. I could hear her laughter and smell the vanilla body spray I got her for her birthday. "Why can't I just die to?"

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