I'm close with a ghost

I'm close with a ghost

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"stop following me!" haven said as she walked through hale, "now why would I do that?" hale said looking amused as he was floating behind haven, "ITS BECAUSE YOUR NOT REAL! you're already DEAD!" haven screamed like a lunatic, people around her started to wonder why she screamed, and thought she was crazy and at those thoughts some of the crowd parted, haven realized what she had done, "you shouldn't have screamed, of course I'm real, you can see me can't you? I'm just dead..." hale trailed off, he didn't remember why he died or how, but one thing's for sure that only haven can see him, "why did it have to be me?" haven asked as she continued to walk, "its because your third eye is open" he answered while following her from behind, it seemed kinda off, because why can haven only see him & nobody else? and out of anything, why a ghost? this is the 21st century, there shouldn't be a ghost that exists, for all she knows, she doesn't know how to deal in a situation like this, ★★★★
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He had rules for a reason, or thats what he said. I did something wrong I got punished. I spoke out of turn, I got punished. I looked at him or ate without permission, I got punished. Haven thats what they named me funny isn't it? Ironic really. They named me Haven because my mom would say I was her 'Safe Haven'. What a pile of shit that was. She left willingly, she didn't depart because of some tragic accident. My father didn't kill her. She left because she was a coward who didn't want kids. As soon as my older brother went to college she left. I knew she hated me. I was the product of her love with another man. A constant reminder that her life didn't work out the way it was planned. He who ever he was is a phantom in its own. A deep rooted fantasy never going to come true. My brother left, my mother left, my grandma ignored, and my father broke. They let me give up hope on escaping and then decided to play hero. But I haven't forgotten everything I went through. Guilt consumes my brother but I don't care, you don't get to leave and then buy a reprieve of trying to save someone who has been dead for years. Besides lets just be honest I reached my breaking point long ago.

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