The Life Of a Teenage Girl.

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Chapter 61

"Mom!" I yelled as I giggled afterwards. I ran down the stairs as I ducked my head, squinting seeing if I saw her anywhere. "Mom! Come back to me!" I looked down seeing that I was in a black dress with some white designs on it. I shivered at the contact of the floor, I was barefoot. My hair was nicely comb and put to one side of my shoulder. I also noticed that I had a flower crown on too of my head. "Mom!" I yelled as I picked up my dress and ran forward. Each step, it got darker and darker. I didn't even know where I'm going.

"Someone help!" I yelled loudly as I can.
Nothing. Nothing but silence could be heard. I blew out some uneasy air from mouth as I shivered again. Where am I? All I'm basically am is in pitch black dark. I hated the dark, not cause I'm scared of it, cause I'm scared of what's in it. "Helena." I heard a quick whisper In my ear as I froze. Would it be good if I turned back now? I shook my head, come on Helena! Don't be afraid now. I slowly turned around to see my beautiful mother standing there.

She didn't have a tube connecting with both of her nostrils and her face wasn't pale. She looked perfectly fine, like her old healthy self. Her healthy hair was just like mine and flowed gracefully right down her back. She was wearing a long sliver dress with drapes arounds her shoulder and around her arms that flowed down to her dress. "Come! Follow me!" She smiled and walked away and like disappeared through a door. I stared at it in hesitation. Should I? "Fuck me for this." I whispered and ran straight though the door. I opened my eyes to see myself in another room.

There was more a little more brightness in the room but the furniture looked old. I sighed as I tipped toed (in my Jordan's jk) into the center of the room and touched a worn out couch. It felt so rusty and stif. I shuddered. Every room gets creepier and creepier.. I then heard some whispering. I couldn't make out what the voices where saying, they were harmonized together. It was hard to focus on. I bit my lip as my head keep jerking and turning to the horrible whispers and noises. Every little noise or thing, I would always get suspicious of. The whispers got louder and louder as I covered my ears with my shaking hands. "Stop it!" I yelled at the room. "Stop!" It didn't stop though. It keep getting louder and louder.

I could feel my ear about to explode or at least that's what it felt like. I felt like I could just die right here with all the whispers whispering harsh things in my ears, harsh sins. I covered my ears some more but that didn't even help it one bit. Let me just die already, please. "Stop! Stop it! Please! Stop!" I yelled desperately into the air. Just make the whispering stop please. I closed my eyes and prayed to god that this would all just stop. Please stop! Then all of a sudden, he whispers stopped. They weren't there no more! I hesitated to take my hands off my ears but I did it anyway. My hands were put back to my sides again. "Come to me." A whisper could be heard across the room.

I turned around as my lips started form a small smile. "Mom?!" I called out as I stepped forward again. But this time with no fear. It's my mom! She's needs me like I need her! Across the room a dark figure appeared. I squinted my eyes as the figure keep walking up slowly and slowly. "Mom! Is that you?" I called out but afraid this time. "Helena." My mom same into view as she gave me a smile. I smiled back but quickly took it back when I saw her appearance. She was in a different dress this time, it was much smaller and much darker. Her hair didn't look healthy anymore, it looked dry and you can smell the smoke on her.

"What's wrong dear?" My mom asked me as she pulled out something behind her. "Go back to sleep." She whispered as she puffed out the smoke that remained in the cigarette. My eyes widened at the sight of it. "Momma no! What are you doing with that?!" I yelled as I ran forward and knocked it out of her hands. From up close you can see the bags under her eyes and the marks. "What are you going?!" She yelled at me. "Don't smoke that! It's bad for you. Do you know how much people die from that?!" She gasp as she pushed me as I went back and looked at her in shock. "Stop it!" She yelled. "You don't know my real pain Helena, you don't!" She yelled as she looked at the table that was right beside her. She picked up the whine bottle as she opened it and started to gulp it down.

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