Note: I do not own any of the Degrassi characters. I=Eli, She=Julia, and wife=Clare (just saying.) Please review!

I saw her everywhere I went, everywhere I turned. I smelled her scent and I heard her voice. It was like she hadn't moved on to heaven; this made me go crazy.

She was supposed to be dead, DEAD! She was run over by a drunk driver and died. Her spirit being here adds on to the guilt, as if she's not done with me; as if I should feel her pain.

We got into an argument before she died. Since I was the last person to see her, I feel that I killed her; that I took away her life. Now she's here to take away mine.

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I tried everything to rid myself of her. I was an alcoholic, drug addict, even suicidal. I cut myself, tried to jump off a cliff, but my wife caught me, and the hospital revived me. All because she haunted me.

She was beautiful. Had a heart shaped face, and sparkling blue eyes. I loved her to death, and now that she's dead, she wants me to feel her pain.

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My wife tried to get me help, but it didn't work. I hated therapists because they never believed me. Support groups were for the depressed, not the haunted.

As a result, I started again. I tried to tear apart the house in hopes of killing the spirit that haunted me day and night. I felt like I couldn't throw anything out because it reminded me of her. She was my first everything, love, kiss, girlfriend, etc. we knew each other since we were kids and we were very close. that's why she's haunting me. All her friends are on earth and she couldn't move on alone.

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One day she spoke to me. She said, "it is time." I knew this couldn't be happening; spirits couldn't talk, but she did. I knew she wanted me dead, but I had a lot going on. She caused a force that pulled me to the cliff, the same one I tried to jump off of when I first saw her return.

She wanted this from me all along. She wanted me dead so I could feel her pain. When she died, a part of me died with her. This caused my madness. I did whatever I could to get rid of her, but it was too late. Next thing I know it, the ground shook violently; a rock slipped from beneath my feet. Before I could step away, I was falling…

Falling….

Falling….

To my death.