June 17th
I can't do this! Not any more...
I need to go home... I need to see them properly. I need to be with their bodies as well as their spirits...
Dad... Oh my God, Dad. He's standing watching me now as he has done for the past half an hour... Not watching, glaring. I have tried talking to him, but he either doesn't hear me or ignores my begging
I am going home in three days for a week, with Lucy. The psychiatrist thought it would be a good way for me to 'let go' of everything for me to accept everything that has happened and for me to 'get on with my life'. What life? I don't know how I have survived the past two months, but I'm not sure I stand this much longer... I don't want to stand this much longer.
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Faith and Fate
Short StoryMy name is Faith. Faith Rose Williams. It's ironic really because I don't have faith. I don't believe that a God exists. I don't believe in the Devil and I don't believe in Heaven or Hell. I especially don't believe in ghosts or spirits. If ghosts w...
