Strength is the will to be strong. Bravery is built up courage and my ghost is the reason why I keep running even when I'm not in danger. The sunset dawn's over the hill like a brand new start. My emerald eyes cast over the surroundings and I realise that I'm by the forest of trees, near the entrance however as the light appears it looks like a Normal forest that you would find walking with your dog in the countryside. I pick myself up of the ground picking and brushing off leaves that managed to somehow tangle themselves in to my long black hair . I think quickly I must get inside before the whole circle of my past starts over again, I guess well I mean I have never really told anyone about my past and how I'm constantly followed by " spirits " now I know ghosts aren't real many people have told me that especially my old friend Anna who let's just say wasn't lucky with her past. But I feel like everyday I'm being watched and followed by my ghost or my past it's stupid I know but when I walk through those trees I can't help but wonder what would happen if I ever stopped running.....
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I recently had developed a form of mental illness and anxiety which could cause all these visions that's what people tell me anyway but I don't listen. My parents don't want anything to do with me since my " problems " and now I'm living in a little country house not far from the woods . I dont have a boyfriend or a husband I just live on my own which I can guess from most peoples point of view is sad. Eventhough I'm living my daily life I still feel like everyday I'm being watched and the ghost of my past is following me but I will never stop running, I will never give up not until my ghost has well and truly broken me.Hi Mowzerlover here. I hope your enjoying my book. It's a bit different to what i would normally write but I'm loving it so far. I promise to write a chapter everyday even when I'm ill which is not very often. Stay tuned for more... LOVE YA 💋
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My Ghost
Mystery / ThrillerA hand grabs me by the waist and pulls me back. A deafening scream escapes my mouth as I try and break free. Dirty alcohol breath stains my ear as I keep struggling " now now April we wouldn't want to slice your neck as I did with Anna " one sentenc...