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The Road

May 14, 2015
By Lissielolz BRONZE, Prairie Du Sac, Wisconsin
Lissielolz BRONZE, Prairie Du Sac, Wisconsin
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The-end-of-October air chilled my spine. As I walked down the street, I noticed that no people lived on this street, not even animals. Only me. I could feel his breath, though. He was here. “He” being the love of my life. He died in a horrible car accident, saving me. I still remember that day. I sat in the passenger seat. It was like any normal Saturday. We were heading to the beach to enjoy the nice last summer day. All of a sudden, man in a black Dodge Ram 1500 came out of nowhere and “BAM!” I couldn’t remember anything after that.

The next day I woke up to find myself at the hospital. I was alive! However Derek didn’t survive… I figured out at the last minute that he threw me out of the window and didn’t have time to escape himself. Ever since then he’s been following me.Crazy? Nope, not at all. I’m 100% sure it’s him. I can’t feel him physically, only his breath and the cold air when he arrives. He leaves me notes on mirrors and sleeps in my bed.

Everyone in town all knows one thing, “ Stay away from Rosemary Black.”  Oh, and trust me,  stay away they do. They think that if they talk to me, they’ll be haunted too. So every day I normally stay inside and only go out once in awhile to get a long walk in. That’s where I am now. Walking down the rustic, historic...and haunted street: Crow Ave. It doesn't scare me like it does most people, but on the other hand I have a ghost following me around 24/7. The ghost doesn’t bother me anymore.I got used to it after awhile though, I was bound to at some point. In the writings he leaves me on the mirror he says that he needs to protect me, and to comfort me because I don't have anyone else. I love him, I really do. I’m here though. Alive. On earth. Derek, a ghost who can’t touch, or talk is the one that is holding me back from having friends, and even though I’ll miss him, I have to let him go. If I don’t, then it will be like I’m not living. But I am. I will see him again one day. I will dream of that day,but I have to let him go.



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