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I'm Gone

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80 years ago, a young girl was raped and murdered on the shores of a beach in Forks. She becomes a ghost, which only the animals can see and hear. Now, she haunts that shore, whispering poetry into peoples minds and swimming with the fish. But, when she finds that only different people can see her, to what extent will she go to to get one of them to find her body and let her rest in peace?
You never know, she might get side tracked along the way...

A wee bit of lemons, but in a sweet, fluffy way.


2. Chapter 2

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Ivan looked down at my body with tears in his eyes and he picked it up and stomped into the water. It must have been deathly freezing, I would know, but he stomped on until it was up to his neck. He floated up my body on the surface, and dove under.

He came up violently with a large rock and threw it on my body. I sunk immediately, leaving no trace I was even there. He swam back to the shore, took any pieces of my clothes or ribbons, kicked the sand around, and walked back up to the camp fire.

I could not believe it. I imagined all over the world, all the millions of people who have died, and no one would ever know. The evidence was simple to hide, and all you had to do was play the part.

As he walked to the campfire, I remember thrashing at him, screaming nothing in particular, and trying to stop him, to turn around. I could feel it in my bones what had to be done. I knew, the only way I was going to be able to rest in peace was for someone to find my body and bury it with the cross hanging by.

As I tried to kick him, my arms and legs seemed to float right past him. I could feel the soundwaves from the screams come fast from my mouth, but slow down right by his head then disappear all together.

How frustrating, I thought.

When he came, every gasped to find that he was wet. He threw the pieces of my clothes and ribbons into the fire, and stomped away.

Since he hid me deep in the ocean, no one was going to find me. I followed Ivan, still screaming and shouting and kicking. My attempts did nothing. I remember feeling angry at myself, because during prayers, I would always count my blessings, and feeling was something I had forgotten.

Every time I remember that, I smile to myself. I was so young and silly. Anyways, I followed Ivan into his car, and all the way to Forks edge.

Right as he crossed the border, it was as if there was a chill in the air. As he drove farther and farther, the chill became an unbearable coldness. When he passed about a mile, I felt as if I was choking on the cold. Everything became blurry and dreary. I could hear nothing be screams in my ears. It filled my head, leaving a dark trail edged with frost.

I floated out of the car and sped back to Forks. Being a ghost, I could fly around very, very quickly. When I reached the border, it was as if someone had flushed out the cold water in my throat and thrown on a blanket. The screaming and blurriness went away, and I could hear the gentle waves, even though I was far from the oceans shore. I could feel the sun, I could smell the salt.

I floated back to my body, glad to be rid of that horrible sensation, and I mourned. Underwater, you could say that I was beautiful. I glowed with the moonlit water, and fish swam past me as if this was normal. I was so lifeless...it crushed me. I tired to pick myself up, but my hands just went through as if I was trying to catch air. I spent days there, not knowing what to do.

I thought about what I had become. What was I going to do? Stay here all my ghost life, mourning and exploring the ocean? Or maybe I could do something to get Ivan to come back to Forks, so I could haunt him? All these thoughts seemed pointless. What use would traumatizing him do? And even he gave in and told the police, my body would be long gone, buried by the sea. I will never rest.

Anyways, I stayed at the beach. The next day, everyone was frantic to find me, wondering what had happened to me. Ivan apparently had fled to Canada. The beach ended up being renamed May’s Shore, after me, May Sterling. The police spent about 3 months looking for me, but they called it a lost cause. So, they tried to find Ivan, who had apparently been last seen somewhere in Africa.

When hearing that, I remember praying for 11 hours straight. Praying that God would do something about this.