• I was twelve, two years younger than my brother, 5 years older than my sister. I was always treated differently by the way I looked. I remember the day where I had been so depressed and neglected. We were moving. I had found out two days earlier.
    "What is wrong with you?" my brother had inquired when we were getting out of the car. I glared at him vivdly and my eyes had gone blury. I stormed up the cobblestone stairs up to the door and slammed on it. My father ran up behind me and pushed me away.
    "Chelsea, what are you doing," he yelled," We payed good money for this house and I'm not going to have you ruin it in a week!" As my dad stormed past me i heard my brother , Mickey, snicker at me. At looked at him and pushed him down and started to run down the streets as fast as my legs would carry me. I saw the trees and the bushes all rush forward as I tripped and faceplanted into the ground. My mother had caught up with me. She picked me up and carried my back to the new, ugly, bare house.
    I've been living in the house for two weeks I thought, I should be used to it now. I was home alone, and I craved a PB&J sandwich I ran downstairs only to find a white mist hovering over the table. As soon as I skid on the tile in my socks. It disappeared almost too fast for me to see
    My heart was beating so fast I thought my heart would explode. All the sudden a vase flew up from the counter and smashed onto the floor. Something grabbed by my ankle and dragged me down the hall. I was screaming as loud as my voice would go. The force finally picked me up and threw me down on the ground. All I remember is being carried on a hospital stretcher. My mom, dad, and brother I thought had died in a car crash. As soon as the doctor had found out, he rushed into my room and told me.
    He told me I would be put into into and orphanage first thing tomorrow. I screamed, " No, I don't want to be put in some stupid orphanage!"
    " I'm sorry Chelsea, it has to be done." He walked away. I saw a shiny object in the corner of my eye. It was a needle. I need to do this. In order to see my family again. I grabbed the needle and stuck it into my throat. I had died two mintues later. Then doctor had found out my parents were alive.
    I had killed my self only for nothing, only because I was naive. The ghost was my killer. It made me go into the hospital. It had done everything. The ghost had known I was the middle child. The ghost was also.