Chapter 6

 

 

I made the wrong choice, leaving him all alone in that place, crying his pain out. I don't have a face to show, so I did not go to their house. I went to the abandoned children's park. They say the place is creepy and there is this ghost of a little girl swinging, appearing at the time of 6:00 pm to 6:30 pm. Legend says that she died around that time. She was killed by a serial killer.

Upon arriving at that place, I felt a sudden rush of wind and the smell of wild berries piled up in my nose. I sat on the rusty swing, hoping that it wouldn’t break. I kept looking at the swing beside me, making sure that the little girl is not swinging with me. But if she appears, it would be great so that I could talk with her, telling her that everything will be okay.

I just sat there for about an hour with my earphones on, listening to a podcast about life. What does life mean for me? I am in the cycle of falling to my rock-bottom to climbing the highest mountain and falling and c