I will not let them get to me anymore. . .that's what I thought when I wasn't here. Blood dripping from my gut and off her spear.

"I'm sorry! I never meant for this o happen! I want you to forgive me! Please!" she pleas.

"I. . .can't. . .forgive. . .you. . .for. . .something. . .unjustified. . ." I say, letting myself fall into the snow. Staining it with crimson blood.

It was an accident. I loved her with all the fibers in my body. But because I thought she was someone different, I shoved my spear straight through her gut.

Blood. Death. Ghosts.

Those will be the only things I think of when I look at pictures of her.

Please, God, don't send me to Hell for something I didn't mean.

I wake up in the middle of the night. The first thing I see is, Blood. Blood on the roof.

Did. . .you. . .forget. . .about. . .me?

"No! Leave me alone!" I throw the blanket over me.

Thomas walks in. "Lora, what the fuck? You were sleeping peacefully just a second ago. What happened?"

I roll out of bed and land on my feet. "There's a ghost." I whisper.