Young Girl In My Room

I'm not proud of what happened in this story, but it did happen. It all started when my brother and I were fighting (again), and my mom was yelling at both of us to stop. I think we were fighting about a choice Charlie had made, or something, and this was way back last June. I know I was stressed because I had a big performance coming up at my 8th grade talent show and he was giving me crap about it. So I was yelling something like,

"You don't get how hard it is to sing in front of four hundred people! I can't focus on anything other than that, and you're making me take this crap!" Of course, my mom got ticked, and she sent me up to my room. When I get angry, I cry. So I went up my stairs sobbing, and I slammed my door pretty hard. My rat freaked out a little bit, and I tried to pick up my guitar, but something wouldn't let me, like when you try and grab someone's arm and they resist. So I went to sit on my bed and there was a weight next to me, like someone sitting on my bed.

I was kind of too distressed to look, and then I actually felt something around my middle, like an arm. I looked down and there was a little girl sitting next to me, hugging me. She had straight brown hair with a tiny braid down the front, green eyes, and her two front teeth were missing. In the next half-hour, I learned that her name was Mary, she was six years old, and she died from a blood disease. She just vanished when I opened the door.

So that's what happened that June day, and I believe that you might be able to help me. She's really cute, and now whenever I get upset, she sits there and hugs me and tells me not to be sad.