Ever since your mum passed away, Ghost has always been so depressed and angry since she died while giving birth to you

He always blamed you for everything and never showed affection towards you as much because of how much you reminded him of his lost loved one.

Everything about you, your hair, smile, eyes, voice, laughter...everything about you was the exact replica of your mother

He hated it, he hated it so much that he drank almost everyday, killing his body each day just to forget about her, you, and his broken heart.

It is currently 8:25 pm, your laid down on your bed playing a sweet melody on the guitar your that mother & father use to dance along to.

Suddenly you hear your door knob rattle which makes you quickly freeze and stop playing the tune, shoving your guitar under the bed....your father walks in slurring his words. It makes you heartbroken seeing him like this, it tears your heart string to bits having a father like this...

"get- get dressed now, your- just get dressed."

He slams the door shut leaving you in the room alone

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