Life Of A Crazy

Chris Was Right

The air was thick with tension and i could feel someone coming. There it was. I could hear the sound of a child crying. It was getting closer.

I felt the air go cold and i turned to see a little girl - maybe five years old - in a ripped white dress. Her skin was decorated with black and blue bruises and her hair whipped around her face, blown by an invisible wind.

 " Help me " If i wasn't staring at her face i would have missed what she had said. Help her? What was i supposed to do? " What? Do you know where you are? " There was about three seconds before she burst out in tears." Mummy told me not to go near the edge but i wanted to see the train! " She was crying so hard that i was struggling to understand what she had said. This poor girl must have died on the train tracks. As i was about to reach out to her, Dawn walked in. Dawn was the oldest worker here and wore the most make up by far. If i showed one little sign that i could see the girl i would be drugged and sleep for 18 hours. I was going to have to ignore her for a minute.

Dawn was talking a bit as she went round my cell/room, cleaning as she went, but i couldn't pay attention to what she was saying. The little girl was asking me where she was and i couldn't anwser - she had started to scream it at me. Suddenly it all when quiet and Dawn's voice had faded into the backround. In the back of my mind i heard the little girl, who was now huddled in the opposite corner to me, whisper threatiningly.

" You better anwser or you are going to regret it. " Its weird but she was suddenly sounding a lot older. I was paying just enough attention to see Dawn leave the room, and the girl walking slowly toward me with a sick twisted smile on her face. She had gotten so skinny that you could see the outline of her bones. As she approched my huddled figure she extended one hand so that you might think that she wanted to help me up. That is, untill she wrapped her boney fingers around my neck and threw me against the wall like a rag doll.

It was after about ten throws that i lost conciousness. When i woke up all of my muscles ached but i was alone, thank god. There is no way that i could be crazy, i mean, she had phisical contact with me! I think that next time i talk to Chris i need to ort some things out. How could he have known that it would be a little girl? Could he see them as i do? Or am i actually just a looney who throws herself against walls and convinces herself that it was a dead girl who did it?

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Thanks to ilovegleex my new editor! And sorry its short again!

ilovegleex : Hello the 3 people that are reading this book-this is ilovegleex-the editor. Unlike SexyShh i am not crazy!!

SexyShh : Gee thanks, now i sound like a nutcase!

ilovegleex : well-you kinda are a nutcase(no offense)

SexyShh : i gues... Hey why are we typing when we are next to each other?

ilovegleex : I dont know?

SexyShh : Okay lets stop now...