Chapter one

If you had met me three years ago, you would agree; I’m the most sane person you’ve ever seen. But that was three years ago, you’re meeting me now. ‘What’s your name?’ You ask, unsure of how you got here.

That’s what I ask too, I can’t seem to recall it! You can just call me, ‘Lulu’.

That’s what the workers call me anyway, short for ‘delusional’. Ha! Them? Calling me delusional? I’m not supposed to be here, neither are you.

You’re the ghost of that girl I killed, aren’t you? You looked so beautiful covered in blood. You still are covered in blood, are you not? You’re probably wondering how I got here. It’s not my fault, I’m not insane.

I’m not insane.

I’m not insane.

I’m not insane.

I’M. NOT. INSANE.

I’ll tell you just how I got here.

It all started three years ago, I was in the 6th grade. Life was happy. I had a future. Friends. A family. All that’s gone now. ‘How did it happen?’ You ask me.

So now you’re interested? Interested in the life of the girl who killed you! You hear me let out a low laugh.

Ok, ok, I’ll tell you. It all started with a single comment from my friend, Tessa. She said ‘I wonder what being insane feels like.’

I wondered too.

I’m still wondering.

Since I’m not insane.

Right?

You feel a shiver down your spine.

There’s no way this girl isn’t insane, you think.

I let out a sharp laugh, making you freeze.

Why am I asking?

Of course you know I’m not insane!

You can’t see my eyes, but you can feel them on you.

Watching your every move.

Anyway, let me start over.

It was the first day of grade 6. My friend Tessa picked a book from the library, normal right?

It would be normal if not for what the book was about.

It was tilted, ‘Inside the mind of the criminally insane’

You hear my breath become ragged and shaky.

Then....

Then she asked the question,

‘I wonder what being insane feels like.’

I still wonder.

I’m not insane.

Imnotinsaneimnotinsane.

IMNOTINSANE!

There’s a loud knocking at the door, it startles you.

‘Hey! Go to sleep! It’s past midnight and I legally can’t let you stay up anymore!’

I cackle and laugh back at him, ‘What? You ain’t gonna read me a bedtime story?’

You hear him whisper, ‘why did I sign up for this?’

He walks away.

‘Who was that?’ You ask.

The guard, gives me food, tells me to go to sleep, that sorta stuff.

‘Oh’ you tremble a bit, trying to think of a way out.

Come to think of it, you can’t seem to recall your name.

You also can’t remember your mom, or dad or anything else.

The only thing you can remember, is a very sharp pain in your eyes.

‘Hey, how did I die?’ You ask cautiously.

Hmmmm, I could tell you.

But the guard said to go to sleep so,

Goodnight!

You hear my breathing slow down.

Then you realize,

You can’t see anything.

Calm down, you think, it could just be dark.

Yeah, you’ll go with that.

Unable to sleep, being a ghost and all, you wait for morning to come.

Being a ghost means you should invisible, right?

Then why, do you feel a pair of eyes,

Watching you?

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