living ghost girl

Full summery

She was used to hearing people whisper: “There is something wrong with that girl.”

Used to people hissing “freak” and “weirdo.”

She wasn't like everyone else.

She knew that.

Moving to England didn't change that.

She was a girl who sat in the back of the classroom, hood pulled over her face.

A girl who could be found eating her lunch alone under the staircase, reading Edgar Allen Poe.

A girl who never talked to anyone and if she did, it seemed as if she spoke to no one or herself.

A girl who wandered the woods and spent her afternoons in graveyards.

A girl who could see things everyone else couldn't.

A girl named Emmeline Heather Lyon.

WARNING: this story contains mentions of murder, suicide, death and other scenes of a graphic nature. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!