A Haunted Eternity
Jessa Kay, has just been told by her theripast that she's made a huge improvement.After an awful accident her best friend Tory dies horroribly and the situation is just too much to handle.Jessa Kay has an awful feeling that it just isn't right. Shipped off to her eccentric Aunt to reclaim her sanity, it's time to face home.Cursed with being able to see the dead and stalked by the super hot Collin, she realizes the truth about Tory's death and that she's destined for a sad and Haunted Eternity.
I sprand up in my bed. Covered in a cup of sweat. Like it had just been poured over me. I scanned my surroundings. My same room, same window, same dirty clothes drapped over furnishings and on the floor. Same mirror that faced my bed with my pale complexion staring back at me. No shadows. No claws. No dead bodies. No blood. I slipped my hand off the nape of my neck. I was all right. Tory was dead. It wasn't my fault. Dr. Logan said I was better. I should tell him he doesn't know anything. He didn't know what I went through. He didn't know me and didn't know how to help me. But what he had been saying had felt and sounded so right. It had to be. But if I was better why did I still have dreams that made me not want to go to sleep? Make me wanna close the closet doors, look under my bed and shut my curtains tight enough so those creepy shadows shaped like ghouls didn't get me? I was better. Dr. Logan said I had to believe I was able to get better to actually be better. I had made a huge improvement. I was doing just fine. Nothing to worry about. Isn't that why I was going home tommorow? Everyone thought I was much better. That it was time to try. But what if being back there, the place that she died messes with my head some more? And I freak out again? I can still remember her mangled and twisted body down there. He dark brown eyes staring at me guiltily. I shuddered. Goosebumps covered my arms. I was freaking myself out. If I kept thinking about it I would have more nightmares. And I needed some sleep. I climbed out of bed slowly, looking around catiously. Nothing is here. I reminded myself. Taking deep breaths and counting like Dr. Logan had told me. I opened the door and was welcomed by a dark and eerie hallway. Shadows everywhere. I took a deep breath and started down the hallway. The bathroom was at the very end. Good Lord, help me. I whispered. Suddenly I froze as I heard a creak from behind me. I couldn't dare look at what lay behind me. So I quickly walked, though others would say I ran, to the bathroom door. I pushed against the door and turned the knob. Inside I slammed the door. I lay against the door. Taking breaths again. I was okay. Comfoted by the smell of my Aunt's lavendar insence. I walked to the sink turned the squeaky faucet to cold. I spalshed the water on my face and patted dry. Not bothering about how I looked I opened the mirror and took out my medicine. I took out two pills as usual. A splash of cold water and two of my pills always put me straight to sleep. Doc says I shouldn't always depend on pills. But he says it's a coping method and I should sometimes try to go to sleep by myself. Tonight, he should just screw himself. After I had finished up there I opened the door and headed back to bed. Walking quickly. Then BOO! My Aunt had popped out of nowhere with a cup of tea. "Oh, did I scare you? Sorry. I made some tea, you want some?" I shook my head no. Relieved it was only her. "Did you take some more medicine?" I looked down. She smiled. "You really are making improvements. Good night." Then she passed me by and headed to her room. Tea did sound good. Especially Aunt Lillith's honey suckle tea. I headed back to my room. As soon as I hit the sheets that smelled fresh with Rosemary Downy I was out like a light. Dreamless.