For the past couple weeks I've been hanging out with Roxy. She's really cool so far We're somewhat rebellious. I don't take payments from her, She steals booze she shares it with me. We both get what we want. I was sitting outside my window on the roof with her. We wanted to do something cliche for once. She was laying on her stomach with a cigarette. She was looking over the edge. I was sitting with my feet hanging over the edge I was smoking a cigarette too. We had ice in the gutter and two beers sitting in front of us we We e just sitting there ignoring the world. My uncle doesn't give a shit about us. He makes it look like he does but I've heard his boyfriend and him talking. He would have rather Mom left us on the streets, Or in foster care.I heard him say it. Max is always gone at a friend's house or something. I think I'm gonna open a medium shop or a shop that sells like Creepy stuff. Like Voodoo stuff. Just creepy shop. Maybe I'll do readings in the back or something. Roxy snapped in my face.
"Hey dumbass wake up. You've been leaning forward." I opened my eyes that I didn't know I had closed. My vision black, I was dizzy. Not again. Not now. I close my eyes again and, I can't keep myself from falling. I tried to move but I couldn't. I could hear the blood rushing in my head over everything. I could hear Roxy Yelling into my ear, I could faintly feel her pulling on my shoulder. Then that same dark ghost, the one from the hallway it pulled me up and all the way to lean me on the side of the house. Roxy looked at me awe struck.
"What was that?!" I shook my head and shrugged. I hadn't told her about my whole ghost walkie-talkie think yet, because I feel like she would think I'm a bull-shitter. I gasp for air, I was breathing it just didn't seem to fill my lungs I close my eyes.
"I have no idea what that could have possibly been" I say genuinely. I look around wondering what this was. What it could be, and how it's tried to kill me twice but saved me at the last second. It's weird and I'm sure if I asked somebody else about it they would think I'm crazy they would think I'm just seeing things and hearing things, They would lock me away forever. There are reasons I never trust people with that. It's something of my own and only my own. For my own safety. I looked back up at Roxy whom looked absolutely mortified. I sighed and shrugged
"We're probably just drunk" I tried to reassure her knowing she had some booze. She nodded up at me throwing the stuff away we climb back inside.
"Yeah I'd hope so" She said behind me. I sat down on the floor looking up trying to live the extent of that entire night down. I couldn't no matter how much I tried, I couldn't fall sleep either. Then around 3am in the morning I'm sitting at the drum set just screwing around. Then I start to feel the cold, the cold I felt at the stairs, the cold I felt out on the roof, and the cold I feel now. This time though it didn't seem so extremely threatening. It just seemed to hover over me, watch me, and observe. It makes me wonder. What could it possibly be? Why is it after me? When will it stop? The things like that... That night I don't remember falling to sleep I just remember waking up this morning in my bed covered up and tucked in perfectly... I wonder who did that, cause I locked my door last night. It would be best to not worry about such things right at this moment.
[Lol sorry about the simi short chapter. Ive been working on my other book as well so I havent updated in a few days]
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Doomed to be Dead
ParanormalAlex was born into a some what strange family. He was the strangest of them though. Because He could speak with lost souls. Sometimes he would even get a soul mixed up with a real person. See weather this becomes a blessing or a curse.
