Maia Crosswood is a 15 year-old girl, living with her little brother, Sai Crosswood. Her friends are quite the company, they spend every second of the day together, everything is...fine? But one day, something dreadful happens, causing a novella of chaos. She knew something like this would happen someday.
⚠️WARNING⚠️ This story contains death, gore, mentions of dead parents, mentions of abuse, mentions of trauma and PTSD, please read at your own risk.
Yes, this is my original story, not a fanfic or anything. If you'd like to make anything featuring around this novel, please let me know. I hope you enjoy! :D
(Don't get attached to any of the characters, trust me.)
***READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! I WAS FOURTEEN WHEN I WROTE THIS! UNEDITED, ROUGH DRAFT***
He cleared his throat, a triumphant smirk on his face, since he finally got his way. Damn him to hell.
"I wanted to thank you for sticking up for me the other night. Abigail is very hard to get rid of. She just can't get enough of me."
"I don't care about any of this." I gave him a deadpan look.
"You sure?" He raised an eyebrow, reading me like an open book. "Is that not rage I see in your eyes whenever I mention her?"
Chloe Johnson and Eli have been best friends since he first showed up in her bedroom when she was five years old. With a bond strong enough to overcome their deepest fears, Chloe knows Eli is there to protect her, just as a guardian angel would.
He follows her wherever she goes, showing her that being the only person able to see Eli does come with its advantages.
But with advantages come unforeseen sacrifices, and Chloe's spirit may not be able to survive it.