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“Morgana! Are you in here?” The
door to Morgana's room creaks loudly. “Morgana?” Nobody answers,
the stairs squeak under my weight. As I step into the hall there is a
faint whispering Ginny as I
come closer to Morgana's room there is another whisper fainter than
the last and more urgent Ginny come find me! “Morgana?
Is that you? Come on this is getting creepy!” The air gets colder
as I peek through Morgana's room door. Ginny come play
the whisper says. I slide into her room, and her bed is disheveled
her clothes are in their usual messy pile on the floor. Come
play Ginny, Morgana did why don’t you? The
whisper is in my ear, goosebumps spread on my body like wild fire and
my hair stands on end. “Who's there? Why don’t you show your
self? Wheres Morgana?” I yell out to the whisper. I wait, but there
is no answer “Hello?” I stand there waiting and no answer from
the whisper comes, maybe I am just imagining things. Freaked out by
the situation I head for the door as I get closer, the door gets
farther. Why don’t you want to play with me Ginny? Please
don’t leave. “Who are you?”
this time the room changes, almost like in a dream, instead of
Morgana's room I’m in a luxuries living room, with a fire burning
and what looks like comfortable plush sofas, I can be
anything you want me to Ginny. Chills
run up my spine. “Where am I? Wheres Morgana? Who are you?” I
nervously ask the whisper.
In
front of me appears a man, He's tall maybe 6'8” his hair in red
spirals and eyes emerald green, hes dressed in a black suit.
Starstruck by the man standing in front of me I forget all about the
whisper, standing there in complete silence for what feels like hours
when the whisper comes again shaking me out of the trance You
see Ginny? I am what ever you want me to be. And
that is when I realize that the man standing before me is the man I
had sketched five years ago in Morgana's room when we were talking
about our dream guys I couldn’t describe him at least not in a way
Morgana could understand, she had thought I was completely out of it
when I said red hair and green eyes but when I sketched him out she
had squealed and and went on about how gorgeous he was. “Your not
real!” I angrily spat out at the whisper. “Where is Morgana?” I
couldn’t hold in the frustration anymore I couldn’t leave and I
couldn’t find Morgana then the whisper turned into a voice and the
voice was attached to the man I had sketched. “What do you mean my
dear you killed her remember?” His green eyes turned black “take
a look out the window.”
I
looked out the window to fog fading away and Morgana's body coming in
to view her body was in an awkward position as though she had fallen
from really high up. Then again suddenly as though I was in a dream I
went from the living room to Morgana's body a puddle of blood
surrounding her. Tears started to pour as I saw my best friends dead
body. You see
you killed her, threw her from the balcony, she begged you not to.
Would you like to see? “Its
a lie I would never hurt her she was my only friend” I told the
whisper grateful that the sketch hadn’t come along with us to see
Morgana's body.
Again
with the dream like teleporting, this time we were in a castle like
room. Morgana was sitting on the bed writing in her journal.
“Morgana! Your alive!” I could feel a fresh batch of hot tears
coming on. She cant hear you, you are nothing but a ghost
to her. The whisper said in my
ear. This whisper reminds me of the ghosts in 'A Christmas Carol'
moments pass by and I hear a door open and close its me dressed like
a chamber maid and that’s when I notice that Morgana is dressed in
silk. The chamber maid version of me goes out to the balcony “Morgana
you have to come over here and see this its beautiful!” she calls
out to her, as Morgana reluctantly abandons her journal and
distractedly goes to the balcony to see what chamber maid me is so
excited about, when she reaches the balcony wall she peers out into
the sunset and says “Your right it is beautiful Callie” and
that’s when I push her over the edge of the balcony I don't
understand why because I have always loved her as though she was my
own sister I looked down beneath the balcony and there she lie bloody
and broken. You see Cal Gin you killed her. Now is there
anything you would like a cup of tea perhaps, to calm the nerves,
maybe to go hunting for a new kill maybe that boy down the street,
what was his name? William or maybe you would like to bath in your
dead friends blood?, he silently
whispered in my ear. Come play Ginny, I’m bored. I
couldn’t accept that I killed her but then I realized that nobody
called me Callie but my mother before she died, 5 years before
doctors said mysterious causes, everyone called me Ginny. This is not
real. This is not real. This is not real. I repeated this in my head
over and over I couldn’t help it. I killed my best friend but why?
Because I told you to. Said
the whisper as I went to the balcony where I pushed Morgana. I stared
at her empty body and in that moment I couldn’t help but fall over
the edge to be with my best friend
As I was
falling I heard the whisper laughing as though my suicide was what he
wanted all along and then came the stop! No pain, no tears, just
sweet death holding out his hand to me.
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