Miles POV
"Y/n, in that journal, I draw every 'ghost' I've seen. If Flora sees those drawings, she will immediately get Jodi and I'll be shipped to some mental hospital. I can't go there y/n I can't!" I yell. "Hey hey hey, it's ok. We can figure this out. "Why don't you tell Flora it's for an art project or something and your seeing which sketch you like best, or your writing a story, and we're drawing out some monsters for the plot. I don't know?" She states. 'She has a good idea' the voice says. 'You need her. I know it' the voice continues. 'Tell her you need her. TELL HER NOW!' The voice yells. "Ugh get out of my head,"
"Miles?"
"Get OUT OF MY HEAD! LEAVE ME ALONE AND GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
Y/n POV
"Miles? Are you ok?" I ask. Miles now on the ground, holding his head in front of the tennis courts. I reach for his shoulder. "DONT TOUCH ME! Please. Don't." I say.
No. Please. Keep hugging me. Make me feel ok again.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm fine"
I'm not fine.
"Was it the ghosts again?"
"Yeah. They're, they're really getting to me."
"I'll teach you how to control them if you want."
"That would be nice"
YOU ARE READING
His ghosts (miles x reader)
Horror"Who are you?" The black curly haired boy asked. "I'm your best dream and your worst nightmare" she said with a smile.
