This room is not mine. The pictures of old friends, the butterflies stickers across the wall, The moon painted on the ceiling. Their not mine. I do not remeber them. I know I've been in this room before, yet I know its not mine. I do not remeber anything. All I remeber is waking up in this unfamiliar bed. Now I stare at the pictures. I see myself standing next to two people I have never seen before. I grab the frame and look closer. A women is smiling at the camera, her auburn hair is setteled on her shoulders. I'm in the middle. On the other side is a man with dark brown hair, also smiling. Who are they? I'm so confused, I don't know if I have amnesia or not. I rember who I am and my name. I'm Aliyah, I'm Fifteen. I have short black hair and bluish green eyes. Thats All I remeber. Suddenly the unfamiliar people come into the room. They are crying. I wave to them and say hello,but they don't look at me. I touch the women's shoulder,but I do not feel anything under it. My hand goes right through her shoulder. Like a ghost. A ghost, is that what I am? Am I Aliyah, the fifteen-year-old who died? Are these my parents and is this my room? My memory comes back. I remember. I'm Aliyah, The girl who was raped and murdered. The girl who everyone thought was odd. The girl who talked to ghosts....ghosts. "So you finally passed on? I guess you have unfinished though don't you." I turn to my left in shock. There standing is the ghost I've seen before. He's the one I've been talking to. His shoulder is leaned up againist a poster of My Chemical Romance, His arms are crossed as well are his ankles. "Are you-" He interupts me. "The ghost you've been seeing and talking to for the past month? Yes, I'm Night. See I kinda knew you were going to kick the can because they told me" He pointed up. "They said that if I can help you cross over, they'll give me a second chance at life! Isn't that great?" I look at him and I feel a tear roll down my face. "How could you just say that? What about me? What if I don't want to cross over?" I feel more tears stream down my face. He looks and me scrunches his eyebrows together. "I'm Sorry, I just wanted to put some humor into the situation. I'm sorry,but it was your time, You have to cross over."
I breakdown and drop the my knees. My tears feel more like a river is streaming than little drops. "NO!" I scream. I get up and run over the window, as I suspect I go through it and then its all black. Darkness surounds me and all I hear is silence.
 mUsIcAl-Of-NiGhTmArEs · Sun Nov 18, 2007 @ 05:56am · 2 Comments |
