It's not all the time you find yourself alone in a room trying to force the the fact of how much you miss or want something. But living in a house all by yourself you become more aware of things you didn't know. Sometimes there good things but sometimes there bad things and memories you forgot comes back.
I know I keep saying the same thing over and over again but I can't find any other way to express my words, but I'll start from the beginning.. My name is - I don't have one
You can call me whatever you want. And if you want to know I'm a girl, I'm 14 and very short for my age and not many know that I exist. I don't really leave the abandoned apartment i live in, but i do go to buy food once i find money somewhere. But I know someday they're going to tear this place down and I won't have place to live after that.
I walk aimlessly around the dusty dark building looking at the wallpaper that was peeling off of the walls. I could barely make out what use to be on the walls.
suddenly there were voices three of them two males and one female, i had stuck in this old apartment that hear almost anything. but this was no time to be daydreaming the voices were coming my way and fast.
then one voice said,"Myyyaaa! Why did u bring us into this old, dusty apartment? you know I'll get sick if i stay here to long". a second past before she said anything. "Because Peter, i heard that there was a ghost of a little girl hear and I want to see if its true," she said simply.
'I'm not a ghost! i'm human!' i thought madly. "Look mya, I know you like to search for the world greatest mysteries but not all things that people say are true and you know it," another male voice said. Then I gasped instead of running away i was so busy listening to their conversation that I forgot they were looking for me! But it was to late they turned the corner and saw me.
