The lights dimmed and the chattering voices and clapping died as the theater emptied out. The cast ran to get their mics off to talk to the audience and crews ran to put away stuff and talk to their friends. In a few moments there was only one left on the stage. Not necessarily one person left, but instead a ghost, sitting center stage looking out at the empty seats and still wings. The only movement was a small gust if wind from the last person closing the door brushing along the curtains.
The ghost came out to sit every night. She was young, pale and wore a white dress which covered her legs that lay criss cross on the floor. She had long golden hair, but on top of her head a dent and blood, blood blood. It washed down the top of her head like a waterfall and stained into her hair and back of her dress.
The ghost sat waiting like she did every night hoping someone would come back to the stage and sing or dance with her, but this night was the same as every other. No one came and she was the only one on the stage.
Dear Diary,
Family. 1 word. 3 continents. And supposed to mean so much. Supposed to consist of people that are there for u and who love you no matter what. Supposed to be a group of people who as long as you have them you are home. Family is supposed to be there and never give up on you supposed to be connected through blood. Blood is thicker than water. I’ve heard it 1000 times.
I was never super close to my family. We lived under the same roof but it felt as our minds were miles apart. Senior year. That’s when the few strings tying me to my family were chopped away. I was moving to an preforming arts college in New York, leaving my family and little town in Louisiana. Planning on staying there for a while I decided to come out to them as nonbinary. Let’s just say they didn’t take it very well.
There’s was lots of yelling and I got kicked out. They took back the money they had reluctantly given to help me with college tuition. And now I had no home no food and the very little money I had earned from my job at a restaurant.
I spent all my time in highschool working and doing plays so i don’t have a lot of friends and all the ones I do have already moved out of state for college and I couldn’t afford a ticket to them. After wondering around for a bit I ended up finding Emma she’s a popular girl and I no idea who I was but i knew that she was nice.
I stayed at her house for a bit and she pretty much ignored me. So did everyone else that came over, to hangout with her, for parties, but I was used to it. She always denied it saying that she loved having me there but other than our morning conversations we never talked.
One morning I decided to leave. I didn’t want to hide in a house doing little jobs here and there. So I combined all the money I had and bought a ticket to New York. And that’s where I am now...
Author note. i guess this isn’t really and event but an out of place in the event of life.
Abigail Star. That name was on the top of every newspaper ten years ago. “Missing 13 year old. Abigail Star.”
She was believed to be taken by a serial killer who would take teenage girls than rape and kill them. But the authority’s were on to him so he ran with Abigail. The case went cold after 4 months of searching and there were no suspects or leads.
After about a year a two people forgot about her only mentioned when someone would find an article about the killer. After all she was a shy girl with little friends and her family was poor and slowly falling apart from the inside. Her brother was arrested for drugs, her parents where getting a divorce, and her Grandma really the only person who understood her had died. The town had covered it up fearing the bad reputation of a killer and the town went back to being your basic perfect town, neighborhoods full of copy paste houses everyone with a happy family and a happy life.
It was a day like any other. Kids went to school and parents went to work. But as the sun was about to set a scream rang out from the backyard of one of the houses. A special house. Abigail’s old house.
Maddie stood their, her body shaking, her eyes glued yet trying to pulling away from the body of the ground. There was Abigail laid out in her old background with a note sitting on her chest. “i’m back”
