Ghostly Appearances

Ghostly Appearances

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"You see, I need you help," he sat on the floor and fiddled with his fingers," I don't have a family. I don't remember my name, and I need your help in finding out who I am. I know that we just met, but so far, you are the only one that can see me. You are also probably the only one that could help me either." He looked at me with hope in his eyes. I mean, I just graduated high school, and I don't have anything else planned. I looked up at him with determination, I mean, in all honesty, how hard could it be. It's not like I'm finding my soulmate anytime soon anyways, so screw it. "Okay Casper, I'll help you. I mean, what's the worst that could happen."
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"You bastard! Let me go!" I screamed as soon as the gag fell from around my mouth. "You know I can't let you go, as I've already explained multiple times before, you're my mate." He explained patiently, while he walked closer and touched a strand of my dusty blond bangs. "No! I'm not you're friend."I gashed my teeth at him, trying to look menacing, but failing terribly when he chuckled and carried on stroking my hair. If it was not for my hands being tied up behind my back, and my legs being cuffed to the poles in front of me, I would have already clawed his eyes out, and kicked him where the sun does not shine, then I would have made my escape, but unfortunately for me I did not think that will be happening any time soon. "Not friend;mates. Mates, as in soul mates" his melodic voice was just above a whisper, and his lips where inches away from my ear. I looked at him, as if he had lost his mind, because even if I was not a shrink, I knew he should be diagnosed-crazy. "You're mad, you need some help-" Hi there, I'm Blair. Maybe I should start my story from the beginning, of how me; a average nineteen year old girl with daddy issues, ended up being kidnapped by a crazy guy, who believes I'm his soul mate, and he also thinks he's a werewolf-crazy right?

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