So many people choose Haunted by the Past, Mental Hospital and Change as the ones they like to see more of so I am going to do write a chapter for each and the one out of those three people want to see more of will be the one I do first.
Flora’s p.o.v
I didn’t know where I was or what date it was. I brushed the dirt off my dress and walked around. I was in the forest not too far from a cemetery which I found a stone that said Flora Marie Monroe March 1st 1993 to July 16th 2012 beloved little sister and fiancé who will be missed by all. How am I dead when I am standing right here. I looked over and saw my sister’s grave but that said March 1st 1993 to July 16th 2004 which would be ten years ago. I am puzzled by the two stone’s because I know for sure I’m not dead at least I think so; however, my eighteenth birthday is a complete blur and I cannot remember anything from that day. I look around and see a person, so I decide I will go ask them about the stones. When I ask the person about what happened to Flora Marie Monroe, they look like they have seen a ghost while looking at me. The stranger said she went missing shortly after her sixteenth birthday then reappeared on her eighteenth before vanishing, and then she was found dead a little over a year later. I thank the person, but before I go they ask who I am because they said I looked familiar. I replied I’m Flora but I’m alive so that means someone else is in that grave, yet I cannot remember a thing about my eighteenth birthday. The person looked freaked and intrigued at the same time. They motioned for me to follow them after they gave me a business card that read private investigator. After a little walk, we reached their office and started to talk. I explained everything I remembered from the day my sister disappeared to her death to my disappearances and my “death”. I said I never truly got to say goodbye to my sister, but that I only got to say goodbye after they had buried her. This intrigued the private investigator the most because there is a slim possibility I was lied to and maybe my death was my sister’s real death. She said she wanted to continue to meet with me, but I would have to stay hidden for safety reasons. I agreed and looked at a picture she had on the wall that caught my eye. I felt my heart beat rise a little bit because she was my fiancé’s mom, and I asked her are you doing this for me, Helia or something else. She smiled before replying all three because Helia had been devastated and this might be his chance at happiness again plus I want to know if you were lied to and is someone covering up a past mistake with this “death”. I nodded and asked so where will I stay? She thought for a moment because if I go out in public people might wonder about the past, so she said I will stay at her house because Helia works as a teacher at Red Fountain and is rarely home. Also I can keep a close eye on you and make sure nothing happens to you. I nodded and agreed as we left to go to a house I haven’t been to since I first met the family, so this will be interesting. At least I know I’m not dead.
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Flora’s p.o.v
I didn’t know where I was or what date it was. I brushed the dirt off my dress and walked around. I was in the forest not too far from a cemetery which I found a stone that said Flora Marie Monroe March 1st 1993 to July 16th 2012 beloved little sister and fiancé who will be missed by all. How am I dead when I am standing right here. I looked over and saw my sister’s grave but that said March 1st 1993 to July 16th 2004 which would be ten years ago. I am puzzled by the two stone’s because I know for sure I’m not dead at least I think so; however, my eighteenth birthday is a complete blur and I cannot remember anything from that day. I look around and see a person, so I decide I will go ask them about the stones. When I ask the person about what happened to Flora Marie Monroe, they look like they have seen a ghost while looking at me. The stranger said she went missing shortly after her sixteenth birthday then reappeared on her eighteenth before vanishing, and then she was found dead a little over a year later. I thank the person, but before I go they ask who I am because they said I looked familiar. I replied I’m Flora but I’m alive so that means someone else is in that grave, yet I cannot remember a thing about my eighteenth birthday. The person looked freaked and intrigued at the same time. They motioned for me to follow them after they gave me a business card that read private investigator. After a little walk, we reached their office and started to talk. I explained everything I remembered from the day my sister disappeared to her death to my disappearances and my “death”. I said I never truly got to say goodbye to my sister, but that I only got to say goodbye after they had buried her. This intrigued the private investigator the most because there is a slim possibility I was lied to and maybe my death was my sister’s real death. She said she wanted to continue to meet with me, but I would have to stay hidden for safety reasons. I agreed and looked at a picture she had on the wall that caught my eye. I felt my heart beat rise a little bit because she was my fiancé’s mom, and I asked her are you doing this for me, Helia or something else. She smiled before replying all three because Helia had been devastated and this might be his chance at happiness again plus I want to know if you were lied to and is someone covering up a past mistake with this “death”. I nodded and asked so where will I stay? She thought for a moment because if I go out in public people might wonder about the past, so she said I will stay at her house because Helia works as a teacher at Red Fountain and is rarely home. Also I can keep a close eye on you and make sure nothing happens to you. I nodded and agreed as we left to go to a house I haven’t been to since I first met the family, so this will be interesting. At least I know I’m not dead.
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