Encompassed

* I like it at night, when everyone is asleep. When its actually morning, but people still call it the middle of the night. I like to just walk around the house. It's peaceful. It's kind of eerie, but I like the darkness. I probably sound really creepy. It's nice to be alone, but still know there's someone in the house with you. You feel safe, not like when you're actually home alone. You don't have to answer any "What are you doing?"s and you can just… walk around. You don't have to worry about someone staring at you or judging you because it's too late at night for anyone in my house… except me… to be awake. At least I did. Before I died.* So the chapters are really short, but I'll try to update as much as possible. School is about to start back, but I can always make time for writing! Please comment and tell me what you think! There'll be a better physical description in Chapter 3!

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1. ***Prologue

       Almost every night, I would walk around the house quietly, careful not to wake my parents. It would be in the early hours of the morning when I hadn't been able to sleep. It wasn't news; I hardly ever slept, not that it made a difference to me. I only needed a few hours of sleep. Mum and dad always told me I was nocturnal because I stayed up so late into the night. It honestly could've  been true.

      I like it at night, when everyone is asleep. When its actually morning, but people still call it the middle of the night. I like to just walk around the house. It's peaceful. It's kind of eerie, but I like the darkness. I probably sound really creepy. It's nice to be alone, but still know there's someone in the house with you. You feel safe, not like when you're actually home alone. You don't have to answer any "What are you doing?"s and you can just… walk around. You don't have to worry about someone staring at you or judging you because it's too late at night for anyone in my house… except me… to be awake.

       My parents knew I loved the night, but they didn't know why. They didn't understand me. Wonderful, now I sound like a stereotypical teenage girl. I wasn't. I'm not. I really don't know how to refer to myself; past or present tense.

       You're probably confused right now. Maybe it'll help clear the air when I tell you a certain major detail. I've been dead for two years.

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