Memories From a Dead Girl
Forty
"Olive, are you here?"
I leaned over the table, between Chloe and Austin, and put my fingers on the planchette. Then I moved it to the upper left corner.
YES.
Chloe's intake of breath made me understand that she was both surprised and possibly a little frightened because of what happened; I don't think she expected anything to give her an answer, but I had to let her know that I was still with her.
"Oh God," she whispered, her eyes full of tears. "Olivia, who did this to you?"
I kept my fingers on the piece, and moved it to the appropriate letters:
S H A D O W.
I leaned over the table, between Chloe and Austin, and put my fingers on the planchette. Then I moved it to the upper left corner.
YES.
Chloe's intake of breath made me understand that she was both surprised and possibly a little frightened because of what happened; I don't think she expected anything to give her an answer, but I had to let her know that I was still with her.
"Oh God," she whispered, her eyes full of tears. "Olivia, who did this to you?"
I kept my fingers on the piece, and moved it to the appropriate letters:
S H A D O W.
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40 chapters already? Sheesh, that was fast. I seriously don't know how long this story will be.