Ghost?

Fin's girlfriend, May, has just died in a car accident and he cannot stop thinking about her. One morning after thinking he saw May as a ghost, he remembers that its Valentines Day. He buys some flowers to put next to May's gravestone when he meets a girl who's mother has only just recently died. Will they become friends? Will their relationship go far?

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2. The Ghost

Seven months had passed since my day on hell happened and I don't think it will ever be deleted from my mind. Since it has happened every happy thought in my head has been murdered; I have lost my appetite; I cant go to bed without crying myself to sleep and I cannot look at a girl without thinking of her. Waking up every morning, I think its all a dream and call out for her thinking she will come in and kiss me. Its only after a minute when she doesnt come that I remember. My mind will not stop convincing me that it was my fault; that I was not there to save her quick enough.

Midnight struck and I woke sweating for Britain. I heard a noise; a shiver sprinted down my spine. "Who's there" I called out into the caliginous, empty room. "This is stupid!" I thought, "It must just be my mind playing tricks on me...well, I hope it is anyway!" I lay motionless. I dont know why but I was hoping for something to happen like a genie popping up and saying, "Greetings! You are my new master, Fin! I grant you three wishes!" But nothing happened and there was no noise apart from my heavy breathing. Strangely, I was still waiting for something to happen and after hours, something moved in the corner of the room. My heart skipped a beat and then sped up. It moved again but this time instead of stoppping, it carried on until it was right in my face. I couldn't see it. I could feel it. I could hear it. Then suddenly I could see it. A white figure that looked sad and broken, or rather, lost hope and been burnt. Two strange feelings entered my heart. It was happiness and love. Both of which I had not felt since the death of May. For the thing that flew gracefully in front of me was a ghost, the ghost of my true love. Then, she disappeared. 

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