The Last Two Dream Walkers👫💭

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" when I look at people I love to see them smile no matter what mean things they do or say to me it doesn't matter"

I thought as I sat on the roof of my very normal family's house. My dad is drunk so he came home early. Whenever he's drunk that's what he does, come home early with bottles of liquor. He usually don't hit me but today seemed different. I have his hand print against my left cheek. The pain wasn't that much anymore in fact it felt kind of numb now. I didn't hate my dad I couldn't hate him, because without him I wouldn't of been born. I'm great full to him I have everything a child could ever want and one day I'm going to pay him back. My siblings don't seem to like him, I have three older brothers and a younger sister.

People usually call me weird I don't even know why. I think its has to do something with the fact that I barely talk to my own family. But I talk to outsiders and friends a lot more. I just can't trust my family anymore, after my dad started to drink I got that feeling. My mom had killed herself when i was nine and something happened to me. That night she died I didn't know I was asleep in my room I heard a low deadly hum of my name, I saw something move and then my body felt like I was trapped in a steam room.

Flashback

I awoken to someone's voice singing out my name "Anna........" It whisper singed in my head. I was sure it was all in my head "Anna......." It whispered once again.

In the corner of my eyes I saw something move from right by my room's window. That couldn't be true my room was on the second floor and there is no tree outside of my window.

So it couldn't of been a person.

"Anna......" The creepy whisper of the voice sang again, this time echoing in my head.

The voice started laughing its soft voice raising in volume."hee hee hee hee........." At the corner of my eyes I saw movement outside of my window. I could see the flash of white that swayed when the thing moved. Nine year old me had finally found the courage to look at it.

Shock coursed through my body, at the sight of that beautiful woman right out my window. Her blonde hair flowing, her eyelids closed blocking me from seeing the colour of her eyes. Her lips stained red like a bright red lipstick, her cheeks rosy but still beautiful. Her white brides gown flowed behind her, her veil thrown over her head not covering her face. The dress she wore had a slit up the right side looking like it was ripped. The sweetheart neckline looked dirty and teared slightly there was a gash against the belly.