Dead Girls Aren't Supposed To Talk Back (An Original Story)

My name is Evangeline Woode, and I was of sound body and mind. That is until my dead best friend came back and now we talk every night. She's the voice in my ear telling me what I've done and what I'm doing wrong. I'm going insane, right? Dead girls aren't supposed to talk to you anymore once they've bit the dust, right? I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy. Who am I trying to kid? I AM crazy.

This is my journal, read if you wish.

Chapter 3

June Continued

June 18th

I have to try and be more careful about writing in here because Venia's getting curious as to what I'm writing. I tell her it's just my daily, personal thoughts, and that I don't feel comfortable sharing them with her. She believed it this time, next time though, I'm not so sure. I've been moping around the house, turning the TV up loud, as well as some music, just so I didn't have to listen to Venia talk to me.

There's nothing more strange than listening to your dead best friend tell you about the impact that killed her and how she felt complete pain one moment, and entirely nothing the next. It's quite disturbing, and rather saddening. It's times like these when I wish my parents were around, and not tip-toeing around me as though I'll shatter at any moment. And it's times like these when I wish I had other friends. Or a psychiatrist at least.

* * *

I woke up from a nap to hear my cell phone going off. I sat up, grumpy. Any one, the deceased Venia included, who woke me up from a nap, was immediately my least favorite person. I answered it, glaring at my phone.

"Hey," He said. "Are you busy? Because I really need to talk to you," He sniffed. Was he crying? What a wimp, if anyone should be crying, it should be me. I mean, I'm the one stuck talking to his dead girlfriend.
"Yes, I'm dreadfully busy. I was napping until you woke me up. Do you know how much sleep I've gotten recently? Not enough, thanks for ruining it like you've ruined everything else," I snapped.

"Evangeline, I'm really sorry. Can you ever forgive me?" He pleaded.
"Can I? Yes. Will I? The odds aren't in your favor." And with that, I ended the call. Why? Because Venia just walked into my room, sending chills dancing across my skin.

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