Rosemary Allen was a young, and carefree, 14 year old. Being as young and innocent as she was, everybody adored her; she was the top of her class, the head cheerleader, the great singer, and she was the one with the good looks. She was the one with a promising future. Until the day that she died.
Remi Lux, a famous musician, the lead singer of the band Chasing Pavements, easily one of the most well known people in America. With her model-like looks, the voice of an angel, and the mysterious past that was enough to keep the press interested, her fame lasted but 3 years, until she too was killed.
And then there's Remi Winters. She's a ghost of her past, having been used over and over again, she truly is broken. And then she's asked to go back and do it all again. She's been pushed and pulled to people's wims and she doesn't know if she can take it anymore.
This is a story of love, death, family, fame, and fortune, and what it feels like to be a misguided ghost.
(A/N: This is not a supernatural story. It's not about real ghosts, just sort of metaphorical ghosts. This is also a draft so if there are any mistakes at all, big or small, please mention them to me and I will fix without a problem. I don't get offended easily and if you tell me in a nice way, be sure to tell me what you have a problem with in the book, like if you don't like the certain way I am writing something or if you feel like the story is heading in the wrong direction, please do mention it to me. This is, after all, a rough draft. Also, updates may be slow)
(Bfflad- Best friends for life and death)
Dear Reader,
Let's start at the beginning shall we?
I died.
Oh no, not one of these stories again where someone angelic and heroic saves the damsel in distress.
If only I was that lucky.
My heart stopped beating. My lungs stopped working, my soul began to lift away...
And then I was saved by a beautiful man with a kind heart and sparkles sprinkled around his head in a golden halo. A cunning, dazzling smile etched his angled features and his hair lay perfectly on his head like...black, sinful layers of pure cynical distrusting evil. Evil that was just waiting to onset a innocent girl as myself and allow her a short amount of time of happiness, and then finish her off when she became older.
I'll give you a hint. The beginning of that description was slightly exaggerated.
The Angel of Death. One of the only creatures known that was capable of settling the boundaries of heaven on earth. The only creature capable of making one of the Devil's darkest deals to my loving mother; a second chance for her daughter.
This comes with consequences of course.
Everything you know about Death is wrong. Death is not natural, Death is not normal, Death is not doleful, and Death is far from mercenary.
Death blends into the shadows like coal against the most atramentous sky.
Death walks the earth with his cursed, monstrous and exotic features, his enticing voice and betraying alluring eyes.
Death deceives, scratches, and plays with your mind, until you slowly and painfully loose your grip on reality. He'll make you believe he's a different person, that there's a sliver hope for him. Hope for you.
Death is close.
Forever and always,
Faith Williams
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