Ghost Girl

Chapter 1

Suicide is a very scary thing for some people.

But for others it is such a sweet thing. It releases you from the pain that life has caused you. It can put an end to a tortured soul walking this earth; it can finally set that soul free from everything that it’s been through. Whether it’s been bullying, beaten, anything. Someone in depression being beaten to death may thank you for doing what they never had the courage to do.  People may think it’s sad that kids kill themselves, but in reality when that poor kid was just barely getting by each day nobody ever saw it nobody ever saw the silent cry’s that person was screaming on the inside but was too afraid to tell somebody what they were going through because they thought somebody couldn't help them.  Nobody saw and it only makes you think ‘nobody cares.’ Which maybe they are right. Maybe nobody does care until someone finds a loved one dead from suicide. Do they really care? If they do then where are they, why are they not showing that they see these people hurting to the point when the only happiness they find is when they find eternal rest? My name is Bailey Myers, and I see ghost. Yes I know it’s weird some people think I’m crazy. But Isn't everybody? I am 15 years old and have brown hair and weird looking eyes. I am depressed, I have no family I am an orphan my mom died giving birth to me. My father did not want me so I’m stuck in this old beat down orphanage that is haunted. All these kids say that I killed my mom and that I deserve to die. Maybe their right, maybe I did kill my mom and this was my punishment. Every night I see a different ghost sometimes they look sweet and sometimes they are so creepy looking that when I see them I about crap my pants. Nobody knows that I can see ghost because well, that will just give the other kids a reason to give me even more crap. Tonight I was visited by a ghost who was a little girl about 7 maybe 8, she said her dad had beaten her and her mom to death.  I felt bad for the girl, but I didn’t know why she was here, she should be with her mom. But then as if she read my mind she answered.

“I can’t find my mommy.”  My mouth formed in an ‘O’ shape, I was now laying in my worn out bed that has probably been here since before the 1800’s. 

“I’m sorry little girl, but I can’t help you.” I pulled the blanket over my head and laid there. After a moment of silence I slowly poked my head out of the covers. I jumped slightly to see the little girl standing right next to my bed.

“Help me.”  I sighed and sat up knowing I probably won’t be getting sleep any time soon. I tried to find words so that the little girl would go away. I just wanted to go to sleep so I can start my miserable day over again tomorrow.

“Look little girl, I can’t help you find your mom.” She shook her head and kept standing there looking at me.  I let out a frustrated sigh and walked over to the window and stared out at the half lit street.  I turned around and faced the little girl who was now sitting on my bed.

“Even if I could help you then how could I?” The girl walked over to me, well. . Floated over to me.

“You’re the only one who can see me; you’re the only one who can help me.  I need to find my mom and I can’t do it on my own. Please help me.”  I sighed and nodded. I knew that I would beat myself up over it if I didn’t help her.

“Okay fine but I make no promises that we will actually find your mom.” I swear if she wasn’t a ghost she would seriously hug me. She smiled and started to do this weird dance around the room. I smiled but then the old witch that runs this place came bursting through my door.

“What are you doing up.! I told you that everybody was supposed to be asleep.!” Her old haggy voice shrieked through my ears. I nodded knowing that there would be hell to pay tomorrow. I walked over and got into the bed and laid there uncomfortably.