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Heyya.......
So I have Chapter 2 here...........
So read your little hearts out..................
September 10th 1668.
The day I was murdered.
Three days before my 18th birthday.
I died three days before I could escape.
Bet your wondering how I'm telling my story if I'm dead, right?
Well, I wasn't sure for quite a while. It all happened so quickly.
-Flashback-
I was standing in the middle of our small kitchen. Nathaniel and Leonora were standing in the door way.
Nathaniel came pacing over to me, his black, shiny shoes slapping noisily on the cold stone floor. He stopped at an arm's length in front of me. A twisted smile appeared on his lips and the evil glint in his black eyes shone brightly in the dim candle light.
It was about 8 o'clock in the evening and it was already dark out, the night animals were starting to come out. And those monsters that took my loving father away.
Suddenly, Nathaniel's hand came up and slapped me across the side of my face, hard. Even though I was expecting it, I let out a cry of fright and a small amount of pain, from where he struck yesterdays bruises.
His hand came up to slap me again, still that smile upon his thin, grey lips. I cried out again.
He grabbed my face between one hand and swung the other around to connect with my stomach. The force of the blow sent my body flying backwards, but Nathaniel still held my face, I could hear my neck make a cracking sound.
Pain shot through me as he shoved me to the ground and my head smacked the stone floor with a sickening thud.
I cried out once more, begging him for mercy, even though I knew it was no use.
Leonora was standing next to him now. Both had matching evil smiles and were both poised as if to attack.
Then, without any further warning, they were punching me; kicking me, then picking me up and slamming me back down onto the floor.
The pain was worse than ever before, it blinded me.
Blood was now gushing from my head, the smell was rusty and salty, and it was making me feel sick.
Nathaniel lifted me from the floor once more and dropped me, as if in slow motion, the floor came rushing towards me.
As I connected with the floor I heard a loud crack, everything went blurry until it all went black. All I could feel was some of the worst pain I have ever felt. It felt like I was being ripped or smashed into tiny pieces.
There was a loud ringing in my ears and I suddenly felt like I was wading through thick, wet mud, it felt like I was being pulled under the surface of the sea, being dragged down, down, down deep into the darkest depths.
The pain was leaving now, I was numb.
Then, my heart stopped.
I was dead.
But there was a pull, something was pulling me from my body.
A shot of pain went through my body. Something was ripping part of my body out, I was being pulled apart.
Then, I was free.
I could feel my soul? My spirit?
Whatever it was, it was leaving my body.
I was free, I was floating.
I slowly cracked one eye open, and there I was floating up over the heads of Nathaniel and Leonora, who were trying to wake me up.
Stupid fools, trying to wake the dead.
I brought my hand up to my face and gasped.
I was what resembled a ghost. I could see right through myself down to the floor.
Realising this, I decided I was the spirit and soul leaving my body.
I was rising quicker now, going through the roof of my house, my transparent dress floating around my also transparent body and out behind me.
I was floating towards the moon now, getting higher than I ever thought possible.
Was I going to heaven? Would my Father be there? I hoped so.
Higher and higher until I reached the clouds, a bright, white light was shining not far off.
Closer and closer until the light were nearly blinding me.
I glided through the clouds and into the light.
-End Flashback-
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