I'm standing on the edge of the road, the city limits right in front of me, my fathers death place to the left of me, in a ditch, on the muddy ground. Its raining a cold rain, and it's dark out, police tape surrounds the area where he'd been dumped, fallen.

                                            He's dead because of you....

Not true

                                            She's gone because of you.....

Not true

      I turn around with fire flaming at my heels, but the cold rain puts it out before it can grow, so it can grow all the way up to my face and consume me, to destroy me. Then I finally open my eyes, and there's no fire, but the police tape begins to taunt me, I duck under it , though I'm not supposed to, no one is. I crawl down into the ditch and look and the place the rock was buried, the rock that killed my father.

                                              Dead because of you....

N-no

                                              Gone because of you....

     The ghosts are growing to close, I run out of the ditch slipping and splattering mud all over me. I sprint to my car, a 2015 Chevy truck, black, just the way I liked everything, the fire starts again, I look down this time, blue, the flame was blue, fathers favorite color. Tears are falling down my face before I have time to stop them.

                                                Don't let them see you cry

      I reach my car and open the door, climbing in, the fire goes out, it's not strong enough yet. I turn my car on and the headlights flash, waking up everything that had been asleep. My little sister is standing there, she's talking but I can't hear her, she's to far away. Then she's runs off laughing, into the woods, instinct is to go find her, but she's visited before. The night our babysitter was driving them home from grocery shopping, a drunk driver was driving like a manic and hit them at 90mph, killing both of them on impact. She visited me on the same night, in my room, and we talked.

                                                 Gone because of me....

                                                 Dead because of me....

      I slam the gas pedal and the truck skids, nothing I'm not use too this is the fourth time I've been here, it all plays out the same. 

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     For those who actually end up reading this, if your confused by the whole fire and "ghosts" things. It's because she is seeing things that can or can't actually be there. That's means like the fire it wasn't actually there, and her sister, she thinks that things are there. It's her version of her ghosts. Make sense?

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