The Almost Rock Star (A Ghost Story) (DRAFT)

The Almost Rock Star (A Ghost Story) 3, Hera

Chapter Three

Hera

You see, you can do it.

I was patting Mambo on the head, happy now because every time I touched his fluffy head, his hair flattened as it should. 

It will just take time. It takes concentration. Focus. You have to want to be just like you were. Then it will be easy. You won’t have to focus anymore. Allie Alison Swift, you will have the life you need. For what you have to do. 

I was crying a bit. Mambo looked fine. Like I had never been gone. 

“Who are you?” I said to the voice. The voice had been following me ever since. Ever since. I couldn’t really think about it. Since that creepy guy I served at the Blind Pig found my house, took me out to the woods behind Okeeheelee Park and raped me and then strangled me. While he did it. I remembered the whole thing. Then I remembered I heard the voice almost immediately after.

I didn’t really die right away. I’m not sure how I ended up right outside of my body. He used chloroform or something. He drove me to the deserted park, told me he would let me live if I stayed quiet. I wasn’t quiet. Then I just couldn’t breathe and then suddenly I was just out of my body. Looking at this guy finishing up. After he was sure I was out, he picked up the knife he’d been carrying. Even though I was out cold. I had struggled a bit, at the end, as I was passing out, he was choking me too. Then he did it anyway. Kill me.  

I watched him cut me slowly. A long slow cut from one ear across my neck.

Blood came out pretty fast, then it slowed almost instantly. He watched it for a while. I did nothing. I felt safe where I was. Invisible. Cut off from what was happening, but watching. I knew I would never forget. 

I stared at his face. I saw every line and every whisker on it. It was the kind of face that belonged in the night. It was night, but a full moon cast long shadows across the pine needles. My blood looked black against my body’s pale skin. My dark hair looked silvery in the moonlight. 

The wound was deep but I turned away and didn’t see if the bleeding stopped.

Had enough?

That was the first thing the voice said to me.