SciFi and Fantasy Art: Ghostie

Pretty.

The young woman sat
The image of loneliness in the rattling wagon.
She had no concept of the day,
Or the month for that matter;
She had no inclination to stay
Alive after the day,
The day that all went wrong...

She was six.
Back in England.
Her father had come home
Drunk
As always
And her mother was washing
As always:
The dishes,
And clothes,
And, most importantly, the knives.
Sarrie hid
As always,
And felt safe in the
Boarding house's
Broom cupboard. Then,
Bang! "Sarrie,"
Crash!
Closer this time.
"I know you're hiding,
You
Little
BRAT!"
SMACK. Right next to the cupboard.
BOOM! and a crash of light,
Awful,
Terrible,
Doom-inducing
Light.
She shuddered into the coats,
Alone
And
Afraid.

She was ten.
On the boat.
"Mother, where are we going?"
Her mother
Shuddered, and coughed the cough
That made people
In the filthy streets,
The Disease-ridden
Boats,
Shudder,
Shy away,
And whisper of taking away that
'Poor child with the mother with
TB'
"Well, Sarrie dear, away."
"But why?"
"Sometimes,"
Her mother started slowly,
"People don't understand that you made
Daddy
Go away, because he was hurting you."
"So...
They think I killed him-"
A gasp from her mother
"-in cold blood?"
"WHERE DID YOU HEAR SUCH A THING?"
"You. Talking about fears to
Auntie Meredith."
"Fears?
I've no
Idea
What you're talking about,
Girl."
"You know.
Fears of
Dying while I'm young.
Not being able to say goodbye.
Daddy's ghost, both of
The spirit,
And his ghosts, of the
Past.
Of me getting sick.
By rats,
Which you are also
Afraid of."
"Sarrie, love-"
"It matters not."
The girl,
Unusually wise,
Carried on.
"Nothing can happen once we
Get
To
Oregon."

She was sixteen.
Betrothed.
To a wonderful man,
Who her father
Would have
HATED.
Another good trait.
But as they crossed the desert,
She thought of her mother,
Dead from the TB,
Only six months ago.
All she had left was her mother's
Cloak.
She had it as a schoolgirl.
Sarrie's age.
She was now at the river.
"Sameth?"
"Yes darling?"
"I- I'm afraid.
And-"
She broke off.
"Of crossing the river?"
"Well, yes, but of losing
You while doing so."
She grabbed his arm
Gently
And held him back.
"I love you and
I care about you too much
To let you
Die."
He hugged her.
"Don't worry, Sar.
I won't."

And she didn't remember anything past that.
Perhaps it was the starvation
That was also making her
Slowly,
But surely,
Die.
All she thought as she
Slipped away into the dark was,
'I just want to find him.
He went under that wave and didn't come back up...
He must be looking for me.'

What the hell was that and how long did it take to type it+are you sure it was under 3000 characters?

Aurora O'Neill replies: "It was 2,057 Characters long, not including spaces!"

It was not that bad and i could evan call it good and I really am not in the mood to take any insults so.....I feel like a ghostie.I just had my heart ripped out and chopped in to small bits,fried up and feed to my cat >
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Yeah I know, it sucked, but whatever.

Puma liked it.I bet I tast good.I shall see later.or now....*chews on hand*...I do eats more.I am hungrey and there is no one else to chew on.