Call Back My Spirits

The burial

*Agatha writing.....*

I was woken by the soft whispers of fiery air.My sister,Charity was still sleeping.Today was our burial.The Roman god,Zeus was taking us back to earth just for the day of our burial."Wake up Charity,"I say,"Today's our burial.""Oh it's true,"she says,"Actually I do prefer living here than living on Earth."She actually has a point.Just that the fire totally creeps me out.

We never really introduced ourselves.I'm Agatha and I'm 14 while my sister Charity,is one month younger.You're probably like you guys are meant to be twins.Well our mother is mentally unstable and she had problems with her womb so she actually carried Charity for 10 months instead of 9.Anyway bye.I need to go to Zeus so we could watch our burial.

*2 hours Later*

We're in the burial now.I could see my father actually weeping.My mother was there but she was chained to her seat.My grandma was there but she looked like she couldn't give anything.Ryan was there wearing black and he looked dizzy and wheezy.He looked like he'd been crying for hours.The Priest was there near our grave and he was reading a scripture.Ryan took out the note we gave him and a tear dropped down.I understand because this is what we wrote to him:

Dear Ryan

Thanks for always being there for me in difficult cases.You're the only person i hugged in that world.You're the only person that allowed me to cry on your shoulders.I just had to leave.I just had to leave the world.Now I don't want you to waste a drop of tear on me because they are better girls out there.Thanks for being my love,my care,my moonlight and my whole world 

                                                                  -Agatha 

Hi Ryan,

I'm probably dead now you're reading this.You have no other chance to ask me questions.My life on this world was messed up.You and my sister were the only ones in the entire world that actually cared about me.I love you to the depth of my heart,Pls don't cry

                                                                     -Charity

I just put a curse on my grandmother.I could feel that everyone else at the burial felt at least a hint of sadness.She on the other hand couldn't care less.She just sat there,ignoring the fact that her granddaughters just took their lives.Is she that heartless?

THE CURSE IS THAT EVERY HOUSE SHE STEPS INTO WILL TURN HAUNTED AND SHE WONT LIVE MORE THAN TEN MORE YEARS IN THE WORLD.