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Surrounded by white, I leaned my head against the rough wooden wardrobe. My knees to my brow, I started to sob.
Suddenly, some sort of presence wafted into the room.
"Bernard," I stared at the spirit. "This is all your fault!" I accused, standing up. I grabbed the empty glass bottle sitting on the nightstand near the bed.
Bernard wiped his monocle off on his shirt. "I fail to see how I'm to blame, Jon."
"You fail to see?!" I yelled, "How can you not see, Bernard? It's your fault that I'm in this place! It's your fault everyone thinks I'm insane!"
"It's not my fault that you're the only one who can see me. It's not my fault that the Old Ones chose you to save all of the spirits," Bernard reasoned.
"Well screw the Old Ones, than!" I yelled, the cool glass slipping through of my hand. The bottle spun through the air, flew through Bernard, hit the wall, and shattered into one hundred pieces.
I slumped down to the cold tile floor. The ghost hovered over to me. "What the hell am I doing, Ber
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