Already Dead

Already Dead

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You would think being a ghost in the supernatural world certain things would cease to surprise you, but I'm not that lucky. After being invisible to the living for so long it came as a surprise to meet James Foster, the only living being to see me since I had achieved ghost status. Could this stranger with the ability to see between the realms of the living be the answer to the question I've been seeking? Could it be as easy as that? But life never seems to be that easy...especially when your already dead. ~~~~~~~~~~ So heads up, this work is a story I go back to when I have writers block. This means don't expect perfect grammar and horribly regular updates. Ill try my best to correct any mistakes but I won't promise anything, so if you see something just try and roll with it. Also for your sake I'll go as fast as I can. But other than that, read and enjoy the story!!!
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A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses; and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the other ones. The ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats-to meet expectations-and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.

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