She was different.
People didn't understand that. They wouldn't accept it.
She wasn't supposed to be able to see her dead grandfather and have conversations with him. She wasn't supposed to hold onto her sister's necklace like it was a lifeline, and talk to her as if she was still alive.
Maybe she'll grow out of it, they said.
They didn't understand that she was born with it, so they put her in a mental hospital.
She met all kinds of strange people there, but they were still people, alive or not. But the time she spent in the hospital didn't last long, she was able to leave easily with the help of her sister.
Her little sister. God, she had the best hugs, but she would never be able to feel them again. Just like her sister would never feel sunlight again. She still talked to her, still saw her clear as day.
Sometimes, when she was at her lowest point, she could almost feel her sister's hand on hers.
Almost.
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House Hunting
Mystery / Thriller"Who the hell are you?" Annabelle whispered, "And why are you here?" "I could ask you the same, love," The guy stood up straight and tilted his head. Annabelle decided to give a brief explanation as to why she was at the house, "We need a place to...
