i am giving up on the my story series, as it is rather dreadful, i hope you prefer this one, this is hopefully to be a book, comments are welcome, please understand this is not erotic for a reason.
Dear diary, ha how normal does that sound? better than i would normally, trust me,
my name is Alexandra Chariona Eleanor Silvia Daniels and i am a mere 14 years old, but i am different to most teens, i am decidedly interesting, in fact, i am dead.
i have been dead for what? 127 years? not including the decade i spent suspended between life and death, limbo, you mortals would call it, i expect you are wondering, if i am dead, how on earth can i write, to which i shall graciously answer that i am a ghost, who, if i concentrate, can take a solid form, cool, huh?
i am writing this to tell my tale, it is a rather gruesome, horrific tale, i feel, having had a first-hand experience so squeamish readers ought to stop reading.
you still here?- good- are you sitting comfortably?- like i would care- then i shall begin...
wait, wait, wait, i forgot, any references to people living or dead, is entirely coincidental and i apologize, there, now (again) i shall begin, (oops)
Chapter 1(my unfortunate demise )
i was fuming, my (adopted) mother had just, and i mean just, forbidden me to eat, claiming i apparently had not finished my "duties" meaning i had to clean the whole house, feed the dogs, pigs, cows and sheep, then water the plants, i had done all of the above, yet she insisted i was not done! i think not!
i stormed out of the house, taking care to smash the glass in the heavy wooden door as i went.
i ran through the cobbled streets of 1875, running as fast as i could, knowing when i returned, there would be hell to pay, my (adopted) mother and father would beat me senseless, then my (adopted) brother would kick me in the head, chest, ribs or spine, depending on his mood so i, foolish, foolish i, stayed, that was to be my undoing,
later, i was debating returning, but instead, used my unnaturally thin, nimble fingers to grab a pasty from a stall and find a nice alley to seek some shelter from the cold in, i looked up, noticing that the day was drawing to a close, i did not wish to return home, and so i stayed, vulnerable and alone, i know this was foolish, but i was old enough to know better, young enough to do it any way, i stayed, watching the sunset, i was so absorbed i did not notice the sinister man, with a black cloak, and cruel demeanor sneak behind me, i barely had enough time to register he was there, before he dragged me further into the alley, his hands around my pale throat, i tried to utter a scream, but my fear had paralysed me so much it came out as a small squeak, he laughed, a cruel, mocking, horrid laugh, hthat sent shivers down my spine.
he gripped my neck harder, strangling me, slowly, i scrabbled for breath, and he relaxed, i gratefully drew in heavy breaths, unknown to the fact, that he was not done, he pressed my fragile body against the wall, and resumed strangling me, this time bringing out a knife, he plunged the knife into my arm, causing me to writhe in unexpressable pain, he laughed his horrid laugh, and began stabbing me frantically, i attempted to draw a final breath, then suddenly he let go, a man was pulling him off me, he was black, with kindly brown eyes, and he was telling me i was going to be okay, i tuned him out, drew a last haggard breath, and died, in his arms of sheer pain, and so, i, Alexandra, was dead. my soul floating into oblivion...
i never found the black man, or knew if he was ok, i now hope so, ah well i'l never know, anyway, you want to here about my time in limbo? well if you are sure...
(foot note, i know this is a sex story site, but i promise this is worth it, i do however apologize for any mistakes, or annoyances, or inconveniences i may or may not have caused)