The Girl & The Ghost

Chapter 9

Hello There! Wow, so I finally remembered my password to my Wattpad account. I know it has been forever since I last updated, and I honestly cannot remember where I was going to continue this story, but I promise I remeber how I wanted it to end! Thank you so much for reading, and here's Chapter 9.

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I had cried for what seemed like hours, but in reality, was only a few minutes. I honestly couldn't seem to remember how it felt to be okay. The way I felt a few days ago. All I really wanted was to sleep. I needed some very deep and comforting sleep. Maybe I could just stay home tomorrow and everything will be fine.

That was my plan. I stood up, slowly but surely. I still could not remeber where I was. It was a pretty busy street, but no one was walking along the sidewalks. The street signs were barely visible. I figured I would just start walking along until I found something familiar and then follow it that way, finding my way home.

I walked for a few minutes, about 10, before I found myself back at the school. It was getting very dark and I was freezing! I could not feel my hands, but I knew my way from my house to the school, and vice versa. I raced my way home, not wanting to be near the school in anyway. I so desperately wanted to forget what had happened, I wanted to forget my debt, and most of all I could not process how any of this was really happening to me in any way.

I found my way home, shaking like crazy, and feeling as though I would turn into an ice cube at any moment. I ran inside, tumbled my way up the stairs, using the light that was barely visible outside as my guide. In minutes it would be completely dark outside, giving me that amount of time to find some clean, dry clothes and turn on as many lights as I could.

Rushing into my room, grabbing some sweatpants, a tshirt, under garments and a sweatshirt, I made my way to the bathroom so I could shower. The warm water would help my temperature rise, give me some comfort and hopefully give me a time to cry out some more. I just needed to let go of the pain I just went through. Let it all go until I felt nothing anymore.

Thats exactly what I did. I cried the whole time I was in the shower, replaying everything in my head. I needed everything to come out, so it wouldn't come up at an inopportune time and destroy me. It was better to cry now.

I can't remeber when I finally pulled myself out of the shower. I only realized that I was so tired. I had been laying in my bed, warming myself up, when I fully realized that I wasn't even crying anymore. I left the lights off in my room, but let the light from the hallway illuminate part of my room. It felt nice to finally be warm and comfortable. I didn't want to get up and eat, but I couldn't fall asleep either.

I so badly wanted to sleep, but I knew no matter how hard I tried, I was not able to sleep. This worried me, but I felt better than I had the whole night. Sleeping just wasn't going to come easy. Too many things were bothering me.

The front door opened downstairs, and I knew that my father was now home from work.

I don't know what I would tell him, but I figured I would lie to protect him from knowing what was really happening with me.

He couldn't handle knowing what I had gotten into.

I would keep this to myself.

"Alice?!" I heard him call.

I was too tired to answer, and the idea of telling him that I had gotten sick didn't seem too far from the truth, because I could be getting sick from how long I was in the cold with my wet clothes and hair.

He walked into my room, silently, thinking I had been asleep.

"Alice, are you awake?" He asked.

I just laid there with my eyes closed, pretending I was.

My dad walked over to my bed, trying not to make too much noise, and softly shook me.

"..hey.. Dad," I croaked. This was becoming more convincing by the moment.

"Alice, are you getting sick?" He asked, rubbing my back to comfort me.

I just nodded my head and he sighed.

"Let me go buy you some medicine and get you some soup, okay?"

I nodded again and watched as my father walked out into the hall.

I felt bad not letting him know that I wasn't really sick with a cold, but that I was fighting off an infection that seemed to be growing by the days.

I slowly drifted off to sleep, suddenly feeling completely comforted. The temperature in the room had dropped, but I was too comfortable and my eyelids too heavy for me to care.

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I woke up to my father turning on my bed side lamp. He had brought me some soup from a restaurant we went to a few years before. It was really nice and I could tell it was a tomato soup, but with something a little extra. Simply amazing.

My father put down a bag from CVS on the foot of my bed and left my room.

He seemed completely tired and I felt bad that now he was worrying about me. My poor father.

I didn't take the medicine, but I finished the soup and went back to sleep. I felt so comforted and it was a nice feeling.

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It was about 2 am.

I had woken up from a feeling of being watched.

It was a strange feeling. It scared me more than anything.

I looked around my room, realizing that it was so dark, making me even more scared.

There was nothing in my room, but the feeling did not waiver. I knew I was being watched. It reminded me of the feeling I had felt only nights before.

I was growing increasingly uncomfortable.

I felt goosebumps ride around my whole body.

"Alice.."

I was frozen in fear.

In my left ear I just heard a deep voice whisper my name.

I couldn't even bring myself to turn my head and look.

I kept my eyes closed. I wanted to cry from sheer fear! I was shaking as I laid there, trying my best to tell myself that no one was there, and it was just my imagination. I so desperately needed it to be my imagination. 

"Alice?" 

The voice said again and I knew there was no denying that there was something there now. I needed to look and I couldn't bring myself to do it.