Addi,
Last nights dream was different, it wasn't like all the other nightmares. It was just different.
I just can't tell if it was a good or bad different.
It started out the same way, I "wake up" to realize it was just a bad dream. Somethings different though, because you're there at the end of my bed, but you're clearly dead, the blood and the cuts are clear to see on you.
The only thing that was different this time was, instead of telling me I killed you... You just stared at me.
That was all.
You just stood there and looked at me and honestly I don't know what's worse the talking or the staring.
Mark Isaiah
YOU ARE READING
letters to a ghost
Short Storyabout a boy who writes to his little sister every day until friday ⚠️ this book deals with the following: -death -grieving -depression -loss - slight PTSD & night terrors -& survivors guilt it's purpose is to show the process in which mark excep...
