Ghost of You (Book 1)

Chapter 3

The only thing I hear is the water running. I see it run down my body washing away the embarrassment.

I stand under the water. Just letting my hair get wet and my face.

Why does no one like me? Why did my parents have to die? Why did I have to move?

I wrap my towel around me. Covering all my scars or secrets. I wipe the fog off of the mirror so I can see myself.

Why don't I just go for a walk? Maybe to go die? Jump off a fucking bridge? No I won't kill myself.

Just go for a walk.

Once I did my hair and put my cloths on I walk out the door. My hair is still wet making me cold.

I walk on the pavement looking down at my feet going from left to right.

I didn't realize I was on a bridge. I must have been looking down at the ground I didn't even notice.

I didn't get any ideas. I just was going to simply walk on the bridge. That is until I see the guy with the crunches.

"Just ignore him Harley. Don't pay attenti-" I whisper to myself walking past him but I was cut off.

"Harley right?" He says making me stop in my tracks.

I turn my head slightly but not so he can see my face.

"How do you know my name?" I say in a low voice.

"I talked to Jennifer" he says scratching his head.

I don't turn around. I stand there. How does he know I talked to Jennifer. He's a stalker. Red alert.

"I'm not stalking you I just can't figure you out" he says reading my thoughts and moving a little closer.

"You don't need to figure me out ok. I'm not a charity case." I say walking off.

It's not the way to end a conversation but I can't talk to him. I don't want to get hurt. I don't want to get close to everyone. Last time I was close to anyone I loses them. Hints my parents.

They were the only ones close to me. My best friends since no one else wanted to be my friend. They still don't though.

Now a way to get home? Shit..... I went the wrong way.

"Ok it's fine he's probably already gone" I whisper to myself as people walk by me giving me a dirty look.

I thought wrong. He's still there. Looking out at the river. Shit. He'll think I want to talk to him again. Just walk fast.

I put my head down making sure he doesn't see my face. But he saw me.

"You want me to drive you?" He asks not looking at me. He wasn't even moving.

"I'm fine and I don't think you can drive with that knee" I say in a low voice so I don't sound desperate.

"It's fine. My knee is practically healed. Not that anyone noticed." He says rolling his eyes and walking to the car parked on the side of the rode.

"No it's fine. I can walk" I say walking away.

I don't walk I run. I can't risk getting close to someone. Or even talking to them. I can't talk to him.

Because I've already been hurt.
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