This isn't another love story..(narrated in my sperspective)

-Chapter 1 (sorry it's short and not on 1 subject)-
Hello.. I'm Elizabeth Rose McSkull.. Yes I go by my full name or Lizzy. But anyways.. this is my story. And no it's not a stupid little love story.. This is a cruel,bizzare,reality. And no.. I'm not emo.. I'm kind of like a estastic goth.. If there is such thing..
People call me strange. I am strange.. All because of this..
It was 1:00 AM.. I sat up to look out the window. My obsession with Dark Magic had gotten worse.. I spent the whole night making those dolls.. The board glowing in the distance.. The 13 on my bulliten board dark red. People starting to worry and freak out about me. I was fine.. I spent nights watching my Tim Burton collection thinking about the magic.. I wanted to see them.. The supernatural..
My friends were scared of me.. I became a loner.. too busy with dark magic with anything else.. I watched way too much Death Note... I listened to too much screamo.. People gave me the goth stereotype.. I've been goth for a long time before they realized..
Schizophrenia.. ADHD..Insomnia.. and Bipolar.. Yes I was diagnosed with all 4 of those.. I stayed up for days.. hearing noises.. then I saw it..
I finallly had seen my first ghost.. The eyes nearly freaked me out.. I got so scared I fell asleep finally..

I felt sick.. I thought It was just a dream... Then the next night I saw it again. It touched my hand then left.. I felt like I knew him.. He looked like my exboyfriend.. the one who had died just recently in a car crash..I felt the migrane come in.. I felt tears in my eyes.. the stupid things he said to me.. They made me even more sad that I couldn't have been nicer.. I wore my cross every day from then on.. I finally realized the magic was bad.. I would be claimed with a spiritual gift soon though.. I prayed everyday from then on.. He left.. then one day he came again.. I saw him.. He looked at me then faded away.. I realized he wasn't a bad ghost.. He came to help me..

It's good

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btw, there is such a thing as a estastic goth, or a happy goth. Just look at Abby from NCIS lol

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The ghost visited me.. I wanted to talk to him.. So I asked him the next time I saw him.. I said,"Hello.. I'm Lizzy as you know already.. Who are you?"
He simply walked away.. Maybe he wanted to seem unknown. So I left him alone. He came bac kto me though.. maybe he couldn't speak. Maybe he was a prisoner and wasn't allowed to say anything.. I wanted to talk to him.. I googled how to talk to ghosts and tryed to find a way to talk to him.. Maybe he was my guardian angel.. this ghost boggled my mind all night.. I sat and thought.. Then I heard a scream and ran out of my room to find my sister..She had seen him..

I felt like such an idiot. I felt like a stupid foolish little girl. But who was I? The girl who thought she knew magic. But all I knew was how to do something wrong. I watched him the next night and watched him. He finally answered. In a gentle voice he said'"I miss you Liz..". I was shocked.. He finally talked.. I asked him; "why are you here?" He said, "I was lonely and I knew you would accept me so I came back" I just simply stared at him.

Can't wait to discover who this ghost is....

I walked towards him... I finally realized who he was.. He was Jeremy! yes.. it was Jeremy alright.. my childhood friend who died by being drowned in a lake.. He came toward me. I knew ghosts couldn't hug but I felt this kind of embrace around me.. it felt like a hug. I said happily,"Jeremy! I missed you!"
He replied,"I really missed you too Liz". My mother came up. "Who are you talking to?", she asked curiously. I replied ,"I was on the phone...".She went back downstairs and I went looked around for him but he left. I sat and awaited his return.

O.O thats cool keep going !!

P.S. is this story true....

It's true but i'm not using my real name.. And you think it's good?