Falling, falling down, just falling. I can see some faces in the sky but they are too blurry to make out. I scream but nothing comes out. As I reach the floor I feel the sharp ridged rocks pierce my skin. Someone is calling my name telling me to stay awake to fight the sleepiness. I tried and I tried, but darkness comes over me.
I am sitting in the kitchen sink whilst my mother washes the dishes. She knows I'm here to listen, to understand, even if she's not talking. She can't see or hear me but I know she knows I'm here. This is how it's been for 1 year. My name is Robert, I had everything a boy my age would want or need. I had many friends, we went on different adventures every day. I still visit them.
If only I hadn't run then maybe just maybe I would still be alive.
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cliff
Short Storythis is the extended version do you believe in ghost i don't but that is silly since i am one
