I care for my mother, she's my everything. I care about her, indeed. I live with a rich family, and my mother as a waitress. She despise me, because I'm not her biological child. I still love her, like she would be my mother. Not like the other woman, whom left me. She despise me, yes she does. But I hardly care because I have a family. She hits me, she kicks me, but I consider she did it out of love. One night, she went to my room, carrying a knife, as she goes up to my bed and myself. I stood up, happily invited her in. She pushes me to the ground, telling me;
- "Will you die, will you please die, for me".
I answered happily with a big smile;
- "If it will make you happy, then yes, with pleasure".
She stabbed me, she stabbed me, repeatedly. On my eyes, through my heart and on my stomach. But I'm still happy that I made her happy. The pain does not matter, no, it do not. Because I care about my mother, and my mother, is all I got...
Days later, she lived in a wonderful life, I felt happy for her, since she's happy. She met another man, whom abuses her. I stood on the heavens, seeing the man. I got furious, furious, I say. My blood was boiling, day after day. After I finally gave my anger upon myself, I asked, God. He said;
-"I will give you time, yes, I will. But if you disobey the commandments, you'll go straight to hell".
I recieved another chance, as I moved inside my coffin. It was hard to breathe, but I was able to leave the coffin. Now to punish this man, and pull him straight to hell. I went to this man, he was drunk, and could not stand. He dropped onto the ground, and I strangled him, as he tries to breathe, and leave. I pushed him onto the ground with my cold hands onto his throat, and killed him, yes, I did. The man died, and God ascended. He told me;
- "instead of going to hell, you'll stay here on Earth. You will live here as a ghost for all eternity, and lose the one most precious to you"
As I float towards where my mother is being held, she died, due of someone disease, I cried and cried, yelling loud. I ran outside, screaming for help. Nobody paid attention, as I try to pull a man's shirt. My hands, it went through the man. Nobody replied as I screamed, and cried. Now I have to hide in the shadows, for all eternity. As a ghost, I cannot talk to humans. As a ghost, I do not have a heart. But still, it still hurts, yes, it does.
I want revenge, yes, I do. With all hope out, I now try to find the remains of my mother's family and to kill the one who killed her. I will possess a human body and wear it like a costume, as I make it as my own. I will continue to possess human bodies until I am satisfied.