They tore into my flesh and I could feel my blood oozing down my back. The pain was so unbelievable. The worst part was that it was from a ghost. I never thought that ghosts could harm someone so bad. Then I remembered that the one ghost killed Mahala. I realized I had to get away.
"Help me!" I yelled. I looked to where Holly was standing to find she wasn't there anymore. Instead she had disappeared. "Holly?" I yelled for her. No response. "Holly?" I yelled out again. And yet again, no response.
"Violet." Something said. It sounded so familiar. I wanted to cry if only I wasn't screaming. "Violet, sweetie, just hold on. I'll get you out of this but I can't help your friends." The voice said again. I realized it was my father. His soul had oddly found its way into my head. I never wanted to let him go, though.
"Dad?" I said.
"Yes, Violet, it's me. Don't be afraid. I will give you the strength to get out of this."
"Please. After that, don't leave my mind."
"But I must. I'm sorry sweetie. I was lucky enough to get a chance to talk to you now."
"B-but."
"No buts..."
"Of course."
"Here you go. It will be just long enough to let you escape. Then, I must leave you forever."
"Forever's a long time dad."
"A long time when you're alive. We will meet again when it's your time."
"Okay. But Dad, please remember, I love you."
"I love you, too." That was the last thing I heard before he gave me strength. I kicked the ghost, got up, and ran. I let all my tears flow down when I got to a safe enough area.
"I'll always love you, Dad."