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Prologue
~*Suze*~
*Writing as she softly sobs*
To Whom It May Concern: I never thought that this would happen to me.
Things like this..that's just Jesse being over cautious, not common sense. I should have listened to him. Still, how would I know that Michael Meducci would just decide to go off and kick the bucket? I thought that he would live a lot longer; he is, after all, my age. I thought, I thought, I thought.well, I didn't think hard enough, and now, because of my stupidity, I am stuck here, awaiting death.
Woah, Suze, backtrack. You are probably wondering what this is. Well, let me explain. I am a mediator, a person with the ability (curse) to talk to the dead. You may remember the RSL angels. Well, I mediated them out of existence, aka, I got Michael sent to jail, no small feat. Well, Jesse, a ghost friend of mine, warned me that he would not live forever.and I ignored him, yup, that's right, I ignored him, I laughed and told him that I would think about that when I had time.well, all he said was, "Querida, I worry about you, you think that you don't need anyone, well, you are wrong. Susannah, please, listen to me, be careful!" I ignored him.and look where it got me. Michael died, don't ask me how, I think that another inmate stabbed him in his sleep. I would say good riddance, but now he is after me. That's right, he feels that this is all my fault that he is dead. His twisted mind demands revenge.so what you may say. Well, this is what it means, it means that he wants me dead. Got it? Dead. And that's not the worst part. The worst part: he still is in love with me. Got it? In love with me as in he is still stalking me. He wants he to be his. That all adds up to the ghost of Michael trying to kill me so that I must spend all eternity with him. Anyone who gets in his way he will kill. Well, he has me stuck here in this musty old cellar and I am waiting for death. I am writing this in the hope that maybe someone will find this and give it to father Dom. Tell him this, "Tell Jesse I'm sorry."
Well, maybe I should explain the events leading up to this.
A/N: this is my first fanfic, constructive criticism please!
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Prologue
~*Suze*~
*Writing as she softly sobs*
To Whom It May Concern: I never thought that this would happen to me.
Things like this..that's just Jesse being over cautious, not common sense. I should have listened to him. Still, how would I know that Michael Meducci would just decide to go off and kick the bucket? I thought that he would live a lot longer; he is, after all, my age. I thought, I thought, I thought.well, I didn't think hard enough, and now, because of my stupidity, I am stuck here, awaiting death.
Woah, Suze, backtrack. You are probably wondering what this is. Well, let me explain. I am a mediator, a person with the ability (curse) to talk to the dead. You may remember the RSL angels. Well, I mediated them out of existence, aka, I got Michael sent to jail, no small feat. Well, Jesse, a ghost friend of mine, warned me that he would not live forever.and I ignored him, yup, that's right, I ignored him, I laughed and told him that I would think about that when I had time.well, all he said was, "Querida, I worry about you, you think that you don't need anyone, well, you are wrong. Susannah, please, listen to me, be careful!" I ignored him.and look where it got me. Michael died, don't ask me how, I think that another inmate stabbed him in his sleep. I would say good riddance, but now he is after me. That's right, he feels that this is all my fault that he is dead. His twisted mind demands revenge.so what you may say. Well, this is what it means, it means that he wants me dead. Got it? Dead. And that's not the worst part. The worst part: he still is in love with me. Got it? In love with me as in he is still stalking me. He wants he to be his. That all adds up to the ghost of Michael trying to kill me so that I must spend all eternity with him. Anyone who gets in his way he will kill. Well, he has me stuck here in this musty old cellar and I am waiting for death. I am writing this in the hope that maybe someone will find this and give it to father Dom. Tell him this, "Tell Jesse I'm sorry."
Well, maybe I should explain the events leading up to this.
A/N: this is my first fanfic, constructive criticism please!
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