Killed For You.

Amelia Flawson is 14, when she's pushed off a cliff to her death.
But something's a little strange about Amelia.
Her eyes are open, and her hearts still beating.
But the only thing she can do is talk to people her own species...

This story is totally made up, but I would like to dedicate this story to my BFF Zahrah, who has had a terrible past.
*God Bless you, Zahrah, and family.*


7. Findings.

I walked down the street, everybody mourning. I had no idea why, surely I was't that famous, right?

I saw Lewis' mom crying, and I walked along side her.

She was with Cathy, her nextdoor neighbour.

"Yes, Cathy, it's so sad!" she spluttered.

Tears were spilling down her face, and I wondered if she was talking about me.

"Lewis will be happy where he is now. He has Amelia, he'll be alright, dear".

I frowned.

How could Lewis be with me?

I was dead...

"No, Lewis!" I cried, searching around frantically.

Lewis was dead too!

I was about to ask Miss Haynes if Lewis really had died, when I remembered I couldn't.

But I knew who I could ask.


After a ten minute run, well, fly, I arrived at Miss Doyles house.

Miss Doyles was a young phychic, with the ability to speak to the dead.

Sometimes, she even got me confuesed with the dead!

Well, now she'll get me confuesed with the living!

I almost laughed, when I realised it wasn't funny.

I was dead.

How could I ring her doorbell?

"Miss Doyle, you there?"

I heard footsteps, and Miss Doyle answered the door.

"Amelia, honey..."

Her face dropped.

I watched her lip quiver, then she reached out an arm, and pulled me inside.

" Your not using that spell I taught you, are you? No, no, you can't be. Amelia, your dead?"

I nodded sadly, and let more tears spill down my cheeks.

They dropped onto the floor, and a firework fizzed.

"Wow, your not kidding. Amelia, who did this too you? Did you do it too yourself? Too many suicidals these...-"

"No, Dean did it! You know, idiot Dean Chattwick!"

"Ah, him. Well, I can't exactly put him away, can I".

I felt a rush of anger surge through me.

"He's an asshole! He did this too me, now I can't even speak to my mom! I want to rip his frikkin' head off! I'm gonna kill him..."

Then I laughed.

"Who am I kidding? It was the other way round!"

Miss Doyle laughed, and patted me on the shoulder.

Only, she couldn't.

Her hand went straight through.

"Oh christ! Sorry honey, forgot about that!" she smiled weakly.

I nodded.

"Miranda, can you fix me?"

She bit her lip.

"I can't, it's already been done. Maybe we can go out, find some proof. We'll put Dean away, don't you worry".

He voice shook when she said it.

She was only 22, and she still acted as if she knew what she were doing.

"I don't even know why he did it" I spoke, my voice showing a bit of dismay.

I watched her bite her lip again.

"Maybe you did something to provoke him? Have you even embarressed him in the past? Or maybe you told the Police about previous crimes? No doubt he committed more..."


"It's true, it's true. I can read that boy like an over-sized book".

I cracked up, and suddenly, I felt myself glow.

But it hurt.

"OUCH!" I cried, grabbing at my arms.

Miranda choked back a cry.

"Gosh, your leaving already!"

I watched her for a moment, and tried to speak, but my mouth was practically glued shut.

"It's alright honey, you'll be safe. Visit me!"

I felt myself floating, my ripped and bloodstained dress flowing about everywhere.

I so badly wanted to be alive, in my bed, with my mom whispering sweet words into my ear.

But I knew that wouldn't happen again.

Not until she died, anyway.

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