Stephanie Wright deserves all the pain one can encounter. Her wit just won't change the truth, and she's thrown in a love triangle between a human and the ghost of her previous mistakes. She escapes, but The Ghost Chases.
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Stephanie stands in the middle of a bridge, wearing a white nightgown with her hair hanging on her right shoulder. she's blindfolded, unaware of the circle of people surrounding her body: multiple of angry faces scowling, their eyes are pinned on her as if they're waiting for a sign, a proof, or a gunshot signalling for them to attack.
" Steph? " A voice is heard through the suspiciously tranquil - as she feels - atmosphere. It's his voice, the one thing she's willing to hear no matter what, the one thing she's willing to sacrifice her own life for. Her heart starts to beat faster, her insides start to dance and a smile is about to make its way on her face. But.. 'why can't I see anything?' is a question swimming through her mind; if she can hear his voice, she can most certainly see his face, once again.
" Tyler? Tyler, where are you?" she speaks up while spinning around with her arms stretched in front of her: desperate, needy and longing. She takes a few steps forward getting closer to the statue-like figures by the minute. Finally, her hands touch something: a wrinkled face, eyebrows pushed together, and hot breaths emitting. Stepping back was her first reflex, fear is starting to knock her striving doors. The fact that she can't see anything is driving her mad, she touches her eyes to be hit with the realisation. Eagerly, Stephanie rips off the piece of cloth, only to be faced with her Father's face. As confused as a lost child, she starts to take more steps back, everything is becoming more clear: where they are, all the other people standing alongside her Father, and the reality of the situation. Abruptly, her frame hits something too hard that she loses her balance and falls facing the ground while taking deep breaths she turns her head and that's when he is seen.
"I love you, Steph," The young man's face that's covered in blood is the last thing she sees before screaming at the top of her lungs.
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Stephanie jolts as she inhaled as loud as someone who was being choked for a while. Darkness surrounded her, although she could still see his face, it was buried in the back fo her mind, constantly playing like a broken record. After a minute of breathing heavily with her heart racing, she slammed her head back on her pillow, sighing loudly; bored and tired as if the scene has been repeated so many times that it no longer felt like something impressionable or controllable; it was a cycle. It became a normal routine of hers, to wake up in the middle of the night terrified and with hundreds of memories capable of breaking her heart; but after so long, how many times can a heart be broken?
