Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-32641928-20170721111642/@comment-32641928-20170722141521

''Hello, My name is Jackie and I don't know what to do. I've tried to work this out in my head, but I can't focus. I tried to tell my family, but they wouldn't listen. All I need is for someone to listen to my story and help me out of this... Madness.''  It started like this…  









On Monday, My dad surprised me with a gift, “Baby girl I got you a gift!” he said as he handed me a small book.







<span style="font-weight:400;font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">Smiling gently I thanked him “Thank you, you didn’t have to do this.” He pulled me into a hug and assured me that it was fine. I hugged him back and went to look at the book some more. At any other time, I would have put the book to the side, neglecting it as you would any unwanted gift but I couldn’t. My dad seemed so happy so I had to look at it some more at least for him. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">

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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">My dad had been buying me many things at that time. It was due to my aunt’s suggestion that a hobby would help me open up more. It was a pocket-sized sketchbook. I sat and looked at the book for some time, the front of the book was black with some markings on the front. I assumed at the time that it was from some movie trying to capitalize on Twilight, but I am no longer sure of that. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">

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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">As some time passed, I had the urge to draw in the book. It would be dishonest to say that the book is the reason I felt that way. Yet it would be fair to point out that I never really had the urge to draw before that point. <span style="font-weight:400;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;white-space:pre-wrap;">So I drew a within the book. The picture was of a young girl within the water, she had a long flowing dress and long brown hair. I drew her with closed eyes because I wasn’t sure I would be capable of drawing them right. If she had, had eyes I would have made them blue. I had no clue why I drew the girl, but I have to admit I enjoyed my poor little drawing. At that time I wanted to name her, I know it is a bit silly since I would be the only one to see it but it felt right. I remember thinking “If I named you, would you become real?” I knew even at the time it was childish but I found it fun. That night I went to bed still thinking of a name.

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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">It must have been bothering me more than I believed at that time since I dreamed of her. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">The girl sat on the floor in front of me, she had a smile on her face and would lightly tap her wet finger on the dirty floor. I tried to talk, but my voice was muted, I tried to walk to her but my legs were stuck. This was agony, I remember constantly struggling only for it to become harder. I cried out, but all that could be heard was the light tapping on the floor. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">

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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">Until… It stopped. That night I woke up on the floor, holding my pillow tightly in my arms and only one thing on my mind, the name Adeline. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">

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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;font-size:14px;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);white-space:pre-wrap;">''I haven’t been able to get a good night of sleep since that night, It has been 2 days since then and I can swear I can see her. At first, it started with my dreams but now, I can hear her tapping, tapping, tapping her wet finger no matter when. I can’t describe how I feel it's like reality and fiction have all melted together in a constant never ending swarm of questions. Am I just going crazy? Is she real? Is it the book? Can anyone else hear that voice? I don’t know what to do, I tried to ask my dad but he thought I was joking and all I can do to avoid her is to keep my headphones on, but that is slowly becoming less useful. It is driving me mad and all I want is… Silence.''