Looking Past Death

"Look at you poor little thing." She sneers, her face close to mine. I take a fearful step back, shrinking away like the coward I am, the coward she tells me I am. Tears brim at the corner of my eyes, but I know that I cant cry, she'll hurt me if I do.

A twisted smile works its way onto her face. Her hand reaches out and she slides one finger down the side of my face. It would have been affectionate if it was not for the hate in her eyes. "Such a pathetic little thing, too." She lets out a soft chuckle, her breath smelling like cigarettes. " Too bad your crazy." I press myself farther against the wall.

All she dose is laugh at my fear, as if it was funny. I close my eyes and take deep breathes, I cant cry, I tell myself, I cant cry.

" Are those tears I see?" Her over sweet smile struggling to stay on her face. I can feel the wetness on my cheeks as the tears fall from my eyes. " do you not like it here, darling?"

Her eyes bore into mine. I open my mouth to tell her no, but then quickly shut it. She'll hurt me if I say no, if I tell her that I hate it here.

She catches on to my hesitation. Anger contorting in her features. Her hand reaches out and gripes my arm. She knows that I was going to say no, she knows. " You little piece of....."

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So I'v never really been good at descriptions, so I put up some of the story for you guys. But the story is mainly about a girl names Amelia Evens and she is sent to a mental asylum when she tells her parents that she saw a ghost. It gets really interesting, trust me. The first few chapters are fast paced, but I'm working on slowing them down a lot, don't worry.

So please give it a try, you will be shocked at what you find:)

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