Nursery Rhymes for the Mentally Ill

The Inspiring Lucy Lockett Who Lost her Pocket!!!

Lucy Lockett lost hr pocket, and the dead girl found it. Not a penny was there in it, only a misterious picture...

Being dead wasn't as bad as you would imagine, but I still didn't know if there was Heaven or Hell or Limbo or whatever...I was just dead. It was almost like I could see what was around me, but I could also see...memories. Of random things, memories that weren't even mine. And there were people, dead, I assumed, but they were here, wandering around, looking sad and hopeless. They all glowed a little.

"Why am I here?" I asked a small little girl with pale skin and black pigtails, who looked so sad I wanted to cry for her.

"You have unfinished buissness. Things to do, people to see. So do I. I lost my pocket somewhere around here. But I haven't found it yet." Her voice was so small and hopeless.

"Well, whats your name?"

"I'm Lucy Lockett." And then, there on the pine-needle-covered ground, was a small pocket that had fallen off her denim dress.

"LUCY!!! I found your pocket!!!" I sqealed in exitement.

She cheered happily and picked it up, shaking out its contents. Out fell a small picture. A picture of me. I was wearing a magnificent red dress, with a corset lace thing in front and many layers of fabric. My hair was curled, and...I was kissing the king. My ex. Jonathan. The freaking king. I was wearing a small tiara like crown...but, I WAS KISSING MY EX...the one person I had never gotten over. Out of all my affairs, he had stayed behind. My stomach tingled at the thought. Lucy thrust it into my hand.

"You might need this. And thanks!!!" She planted a small kiss on my cheek, then stepped back and started to glow a purple color. Her glow got brighter and brighter, until I had to sheild my eyes. The others watched in amazement. I guess this was a rare sight. But then suddenly she was gone, leaving a small puff of smoke that smelt like roses. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone who was...different. This person was more soilid...we were all in black and white! But this person was wearing a colorful dress, and it was...Ash!

She suddenly started crying, and knelt down next to me (my ghost). I then realized that my body was lying on the ground, an arrow protruding out of my chest. My face was pale, and the dress I had been wearing was matted with blood. The sight sent chills down my spine. Then Ash looked up, straight at me, as if she could see me. Maybe she could! I smiled at her, but her sad, mournful eyes distinguished my exitement. I wrapped my arms around her, trying not to have them slip through her. She hugged me back, and her touch was burning hot. I was dead, and I always would be. My parents...oh crap. They didn't even know I was dead. I was probably missing, along with Ashe and Dani. And they would never see me again...I held back a sob as Ash took my body and dragged it away. I wanted to run after her, but instead I sat down and cried, cried until the sun went down.

Where am I? WHERE AM I-- oh. Waking up dead was not a pleasant thing. I sat up, feeling refreshed and, strangley, happy. Then, in my stomach, I felt a tug. Like I was a magnet, and another one was near by. The tug got sharper, and I stood up. Suddenly I was zooming, far away from the forest, things wizzing past me. Then I was back in my body. It was a strange sensation. I felt alive, tingly, but I couldn't breath. Dani was leaning over me, a confused, almost scared look on her face. But then I was a ghost again, and kept flashing back and forth. And then it stopped. I was in my human body, alive and breathing. I WAS ALIVE!!! I wonderous warmth spread through my body, and a smile spread across my face as I stood up on wobbly legs. She had brought me back to life. Dani had just brought someone back from the dead.