So many people choose Haunted por the Past, Mental Hospital and Change as the ones they like to see más of so I am going to do write a chapter for each and the one out of those three people want to see más of will be the one I do first.
Flora’s p.o.v
I didn’t know where I was o what fecha it was. I brushed the dirt off my dress and walked around. I was in the forest not too far from a cemetery which I found a stone that dicho Flora Marie Monroe March 1st 1993 to July 16th 2012 beloved little sister and fiancé who will be missed por all. How am I dead when I am standing right here. I looked over and saw my sister’s grave but that dicho March 1st 1993 to July 16th 2004 which would be ten years ago. I am puzzled por the two stone’s because I know for sure I’m not dead at least I think so; however, my eighteenth birthday is a complete blur and I cannot remember anything from that day. I look around and see a person, so I decide I will go ask them about the stones. When I ask the person about what happened to Flora Marie Monroe, they look like they have seen a ghost while looking at me. The stranger dicho she went missing shortly after her sixteenth birthday then reappeared on her eighteenth before vanishing, and then she was found dead a little over a año later. I thank the person, but before I go they ask who I am because they dicho I looked familiar. I replied I’m Flora but I’m alive so that means someone else is in that grave, yet I cannot remember a thing about my eighteenth birthday. The person looked freaked and intrigued at the same time. They motioned for me to follow them after they gave me a business card that read private investigator. After a little walk, we reached their office and started to talk. I explained everything I remembered from the día my sister disappeared to her death to my disappearances and my “death”. I dicho I never truly got to say goodbye to my sister, but that I only got to say goodbye after they had buried her. This intrigued the private investigator the most because there is a slim possibility I was lied to and maybe my death was my sister’s real death. She dicho she wanted to continue to meet with me, but I would have to stay hidden for safety reasons. I agreed and looked at a picture she had on the muro that caught my eye. I felt my corazón beat rise a little bit because she was my fiancé’s mom, and I asked her are tu doing this for me, Helia o something else. She smiled before replying all three because Helia had been devastated and this might be his chance at happiness again plus I want to know if tu were lied to and is someone covering up a past mistake with this “death”. I nodded and asked so where will I stay? She thought for a moment because if I go out in public people might wonder about the past, so she dicho I will stay at her house because Helia works as a teacher at Red fuente and is rarely home. Also I can keep a close eye on tu and make sure nothing happens to you. I nodded and agreed as we left to go to a house I haven’t been to since I first met the family, so this will be interesting. At least I know I’m not dead.
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Flora’s p.o.v
I didn’t know where I was o what fecha it was. I brushed the dirt off my dress and walked around. I was in the forest not too far from a cemetery which I found a stone that dicho Flora Marie Monroe March 1st 1993 to July 16th 2012 beloved little sister and fiancé who will be missed por all. How am I dead when I am standing right here. I looked over and saw my sister’s grave but that dicho March 1st 1993 to July 16th 2004 which would be ten years ago. I am puzzled por the two stone’s because I know for sure I’m not dead at least I think so; however, my eighteenth birthday is a complete blur and I cannot remember anything from that day. I look around and see a person, so I decide I will go ask them about the stones. When I ask the person about what happened to Flora Marie Monroe, they look like they have seen a ghost while looking at me. The stranger dicho she went missing shortly after her sixteenth birthday then reappeared on her eighteenth before vanishing, and then she was found dead a little over a año later. I thank the person, but before I go they ask who I am because they dicho I looked familiar. I replied I’m Flora but I’m alive so that means someone else is in that grave, yet I cannot remember a thing about my eighteenth birthday. The person looked freaked and intrigued at the same time. They motioned for me to follow them after they gave me a business card that read private investigator. After a little walk, we reached their office and started to talk. I explained everything I remembered from the día my sister disappeared to her death to my disappearances and my “death”. I dicho I never truly got to say goodbye to my sister, but that I only got to say goodbye after they had buried her. This intrigued the private investigator the most because there is a slim possibility I was lied to and maybe my death was my sister’s real death. She dicho she wanted to continue to meet with me, but I would have to stay hidden for safety reasons. I agreed and looked at a picture she had on the muro that caught my eye. I felt my corazón beat rise a little bit because she was my fiancé’s mom, and I asked her are tu doing this for me, Helia o something else. She smiled before replying all three because Helia had been devastated and this might be his chance at happiness again plus I want to know if tu were lied to and is someone covering up a past mistake with this “death”. I nodded and asked so where will I stay? She thought for a moment because if I go out in public people might wonder about the past, so she dicho I will stay at her house because Helia works as a teacher at Red fuente and is rarely home. Also I can keep a close eye on tu and make sure nothing happens to you. I nodded and agreed as we left to go to a house I haven’t been to since I first met the family, so this will be interesting. At least I know I’m not dead.
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