We had gone camping. I thought it was a waste of time. I didn't know. I couldn't even be considerered a teen. No one listened to me when i said i didn't want to go, that it was a bad idea. That it would go wrong. I knew what happened to the last one that went into the forest. It was years ago but you could sometimes hear a scream. You could sometimes hear her in agony. or was that just me. I could see her. I could see both of them. They would fight in my head. I shouldn't have taken what i did. I saw a pretty stone near where she died. Something just pulled me to take it. And, In turn, i took them with me.
One was a pretty girl, there were marks on her neck. Finger imprints. She looked rather young. The other, she looked rotton, her skin was blothcy yet pale. Her eyes were grey, glossy. Whenever i saw her i wanted to hurl. The pretty girl had a soft voice, the other had a hoarse voice. I was going insane. Sometimes something would go through me. It was a sensation. I wanted to end the terrible torture. But it wasn't me. I was never strangled. I had never gone camping with an entire class. I had never seen a hanging girl.
The other voice in my head wanted to inflict more pain amonst people. But that wasn;t really me either. I had never been drowned by my parents. I had never haunted the forest. I had never strangled a girl.
I shouldn't have taken the rock with me. I shouldn't have even gone into the forest. But i had heard a wail. It was a high pitched wail. No one else but me had heard it. I had traveled out to see what it was. Something drew me out to a certain part of the forest. It had possesed me. She had possesed me.
I saw police tape. Old and torn police tape. And that's how i knew. I knew that girl had died here. Something glinted at me. It was a pretty stone, i had kneeled over to pick it up and that's when i saw her. She was walking towards me slowly. I wanted to scream but it wouldn't come out. I couldn't speak. Her hair was matted on to her hair with blood. She had a sickening smile and it grew even bigger when she was a meter away from me. I was stuck to the ground.
That's when the pretty girl came out. She was running towards her. i could finally move, i took the pretty stone and ran. i ran and i didn't stop, not even even when i could feel my lungs practically failing me. i didn't stop, not until i had zipped up my tent and hid under my blankets.
I had never told anyone about what had happened. I lived with them for months. I grew used to gray eyes staring at me. It freaked me out sometimes. But i didn't want them to send me away, so I put up with it. It was hard at times. She wanted to kill me and she would stop at nothing. When she took over i couldn't feel anything. I was numb.
Soon enough i found that I would always contradict what I was thinking. I didn't know if I wanted to die. Wanted to live. Wanted to feel or wanting to go numb. The lines were blurring and I found I wasn't me anymore. I didn't have a distinct personality. They all bleed into one.
Years passed by and my mental heath was all over the place. One day I was optimistic but the next day I would attempt to kill myself. It had gotten to the point where I had already gone into the ward five times. The doctors didn't know what to do with me anymore. They didn't believe what happened to me. They didn't think much of my story. Even though years had done by I still remembered the day like it was yesterday.
I was too far gone. I was insane. After one attempt my family stuck me in a ward and left. I haven't seen them since. But I've been doing fine. I rarely ever seen them anymore. It gets kinda lonely sometimes. I usually just try to imagine what my life would be if I hadn't taken that rock home. I would have graduated, gotten married and started a family. That was my dream. There are occasions where I forget what day it is, if it's day or night. Hell, I even forget who I am. I wish I hadn't taken home the rock with me. I can't complain about this place though. I don't do much, sometimes I play card with the pretty girl, if she ever shows up. Or other times I try to talk with Her, she never has talked though.
A/N: Hey, so Im sorry if some parts of the story made zero sense. I was trying to make it sound like she had somewhat gone insane. I don't think it worked though. Sorry. Anyways, to clear it up a bit, there are many time skips. So she is basically telling her story. It starts when she is twelve and by the last paragraph she is around 25. She grows used to all the dark thoughts and the girls don't bother her anymore. Ask me if you need to clear anything else up. I'm just trying different writing styles. Also I would love critics. Please don't be mean though, I can handle it, it's just I would like to improve my writing, not my insults. Thank you for reading.
