She took a deep breath, then another, then counted to ten in her head before she could speak calmly. “Fine. You’re not a child. Let’s start over. My name is Krista. A ghost practically dragged me out of bed and sent me to help you. So here I am.”
Read MoreI nodded as I looked around for his ghost. I saw him standing to the side, a sad expression on his face. Before I could say anything to him, a figure in black appeared behind him and said something to him, then they disappeared.
Read MoreI didn’t scream, but the bottle slipped through my fingers, landing and cracking against the already scratched wood floor. There was no dramatic shatter as I stared at the man before me. The vodka, the once desired liquid freedom, oozed out across my bare feet from the crack now lining the bottle. It soaked into my skin as I tried to force myself to breathe.
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