I'm Still Here
A/N: this is my sequel. I know that it has taken me a while. But I hope you enjoy. This is the prologue. It is very vague but I will explain it later. I think it is cool. Please don't flame me for parts that you dislike. I would love to hear from all of you, and constructive criticism is appreciative, but please be nice.
Prologue
The small slim woman walked to the door of her house, she looked over her shoulder, why was he fallowing her? What did he want? She had to get away from him. She slammed the door, and ran up the stairs. She was already sweating, but it was so cold in the house. She stopped and listened, he was gone, she began to relax and undress for bed, her husband would not be home for many days. She smiled to herself thinking that she was stupid for thinking he was here, after all he was dead. Right, she thought he was dead. He had to be, she got a letter after he had died. She lifted the covers of her rose patterned sheets and sat down. When she looked up to blow the candle out, he was standing there! She screamed.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I want her." He said.
"I don't have her. I thought you were dead!" She screamed at him.
"Well obviously I am not. Where is she?" he asked again, this time more insistent.
"I got a letter! I don't know where she is! Leave her alone! She is gone." She hoped that would deter him, but she knew it was stupid to think that it would.
He walked toward her, and rested his hand on her shoulder. She became stiff at his strange touch.
"I will find her, and you know that I will. It would be wise of you to tell me were my daughter is!" He screamed at her and slapped her.
She was stunned at this. She didn't think that he would be so violent.
"I told you, I don't know where she is! I haven't seen her in two years!"
"Fine, I will go and find her on my own. I want to see my daughter!" he hissed and walked out of the room.
She was shaken to no end. She couldn't take living while he was alive. She had thought all these years that he was dead. She tied her long brown curly hair back and took some pills that she had in the cupboard. She hoped they would make her forget. The more that she took, the more she forgot, until the whole bottle was gone. She lay down and went to sleep, she was calm, and relaxed, but she never woke up.
Her husband came home and found her dead on their bed. He sent for the priest. Oddly enough, he was not sad; he felt a strange relief that she was gone. He didn't believe her note; he thought she had just gone crazy. He read it again for the thousandth time.
My dearest,
He is still alive. He came back to me tonight; I can't live while he does. He wants her. I am sorry,
Christine.
A/N: so? What do we all think? Vague yes, but remember I will explain. Though I am sure some of you get the prologue. R&R! Please!