Thunder, Lightning And Insanity. (open)
Dec 20, 2012 11:22:50 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2012 11:22:50 GMT -5
Annie walked along slowly, letting the rain drench her through. Sure, it was only...Annie didn't bother checking her watch. It was only about 2:45 and it was already raining like hell. Annie didn't care.
She felt a sharp breath find it's way to her mouth and she let it out, exhaling deeply. There was a ghostly hand on her shoulder, although to her it felt almost real. Annie... the voice spoke softly. Come and play, Annie. it said.
She heard children laughing, and the 12 year old whipped around sharply, to see a girl around her age standing there. Annie, since she had some sort of connection with all spirits and ghosts, could see what the girl had looked like before; she had flowing blonde hair and eyes a beautiful river kind of blue. She was wearing a flowery dress and she was barefoot.
Her tanned skin was visible as the ghost held her hand out to Annie, who stood there for a moment, before holding the ghost's hand. She felt herself being lifted into the air softly, but she knew nobody cared nor had noticed this.
There were other ghosts, flowing around her and playing with her hair, and Annie closed her eyes against their touch. These were her friends. She adored the way they treated her like a queen. They were the only ones there for her.
Her grandmother, right now, couldn't be, Annie reminded herself, as the ghost who was holding her hand gently pulled her along. the thunder crashed, and soon after, the lightning flashed alarmingly close to where she and the ghosts were.
She felt a sharp breath find it's way to her mouth and she let it out, exhaling deeply. There was a ghostly hand on her shoulder, although to her it felt almost real. Annie... the voice spoke softly. Come and play, Annie. it said.
She heard children laughing, and the 12 year old whipped around sharply, to see a girl around her age standing there. Annie, since she had some sort of connection with all spirits and ghosts, could see what the girl had looked like before; she had flowing blonde hair and eyes a beautiful river kind of blue. She was wearing a flowery dress and she was barefoot.
Her tanned skin was visible as the ghost held her hand out to Annie, who stood there for a moment, before holding the ghost's hand. She felt herself being lifted into the air softly, but she knew nobody cared nor had noticed this.
There were other ghosts, flowing around her and playing with her hair, and Annie closed her eyes against their touch. These were her friends. She adored the way they treated her like a queen. They were the only ones there for her.
Her grandmother, right now, couldn't be, Annie reminded herself, as the ghost who was holding her hand gently pulled her along. the thunder crashed, and soon after, the lightning flashed alarmingly close to where she and the ghosts were.