Never Alone Version Two

I'm writing Never Alone, my first completed Movella, again as I want to make it even better. I might even send it to a publisher. Here goes...

After a young thrillseeker gets bored in the summer holidays, she comes up with a fun-sounding, if strictly illegal, boredom-buster. Break into, and take photos of, some celebrities homes. Will Smiths' place= Too easy. Casa de Jennifer Aniston= She could do it blindfolded. However, a dare from her best friend leaves her getting caught by the owner of Mansion Number 3. If that wasn't scary enough, the owner died when she was 12.

Now, 15-year-old Diana has a huge secret to hide, and an even bigger one to uncover. Both could leave her the same way as her ghostly companion.


17. I'm Alive? I'M ALIVE!


"Let me wake up! Let me wa-"

"Shh, shh. Hey, hey, hey now. It's ok. You're safe now." I felt strong, caring arms around me, as I thrashed wildly. My feet were tangled in a thin sheet, there was something sticking in my arm, and a tube across my face.

"Shh, I've got you. It's me, Diana. Remember?"

I held tightly on, as everything slowly sank in. I'd been dreaming, I'd found the answer to why I did thrillseeking, and I was alive.

"I'm alive? I'M ALIVE! But, how? That chemical, being carried, how did it...what?" I was dazed, and shaky. So much was going on, and it was too much to bear. I broke down then, letting the hot, salty tears flow. At least TG was here; that meant everything was going to be alright.

"Calm down, you're fine. I promised you that you were going to live, and I never break a promise. Do you want me to explain everything?" He asked, holding me close, as I cried on his shoulder. Nodding once, he began to explain.

"I had you in my arms, and I carried you all the way back here. You only had a little of that chemical in you, so it just knocked you out for a day. I took you to the local hospital, where you are now, and I've never left your side."

"But, what happened to the Illuminati leader? And the document? Where..."

"She got a lot of it in her system, so it stopped her heart. She won't be troubling anyone again. As for the document, it's still in your pocket. All your clothes are in that closet, so don't worry. It's over now."

It was over? We'd done it? I was overwhelmed, so much so that the tears started again. TG held me as I cried, pulling me closer and closer to his chest. He was rocking me slightly, comforting me, quietly humming a slow tune to me, as I let it all go.

"I couldn't have done this...without you. I...I genuinely love you." I wept, holding him closely.

"Don't worry about it. And I love you too. You're like, another member of my family. Another daughter, if you'd like that."

We were both crying now, but it was one of the nicest feelings ever. Being together. "I'd like that a lot, being your unrelated daughter. With you as my unrelated Dad." I replied.

"Good, good. Come now, it's late, you're still affected by the fluid, and you need your rest." He said, letting go of me.

"Yeah, I am a little tired. But can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"Do ghosts sleep? I've always wondered that, but never had the chance to ask."

He smiled, as he gently pushed me back on the pillow. "Yes, but we don't need to do it every night. One night every two weeks is average. You, however, need yours. And remember, I'll be here for you."

I lay back, still clutching his hand. I loved him dearly, more than how a daughter loves her Dad, but the same, protective way. "I never doubted that you wouldn't be." I replied, as his silver body shone over me.

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