When The Dead Speak: Sarah's Journal

When The Dead Speak: Sarah's Journal

Gavin

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I hovered, a restless spirit, above the opulent ballroom of the Fairmont Copley Plaza. This grand wedding, shimmering with laughter and clinking champagne flutes, celebrated Ethan Astor and Olivia Miller. It should have been my wedding to Ethan. But I was dead, reduced to a convenient scandal weeks ago, my tragic "overdose" a footnote in their perfect lives. Below, society whispered, calling me "difficult" and "ungrateful," while my adoptive parents, the Millers, who once tossed my few possessions like trash, warmly embraced their "true" daughter. They believed Ethan' s carefully doctored photos and the lies that framed my fall from grace. No one among these glittering guests knew about the Lupus eating me alive, the relentless pain, or the crushing exhaustion that ultimately consumed me. They simply saw Sarah, the troubled heiress, a messy problem conveniently gone. The injustice, the quiet suffering they willfully ignored, burned colder than my ghostly form. Then, during what should have been Ethan' s charming speech, Olivia, the new bride, stood. She held up a small, sleek USB drive, her eyes firm. "I have something to share," she announced, her voice echoing. "A final message. From Sarah." My breath, if I had one, would have hitched. My most private journal, my very words, were about to silence their celebration, with the police already waiting outside.

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I hovered, a restless spirit, above the opulent ballroom of the Fairmont Copley Plaza.

This grand wedding, shimmering with laughter and clinking champagne flutes, celebrated Ethan Astor and Olivia Miller.

It should have been my wedding to Ethan.

But I was dead, reduced to a convenient scandal weeks ago, my tragic "overdose" a footnote in their perfect lives.

Below, society whispered, calling me "difficult" and "ungrateful," while my adoptive parents, the Millers, who once tossed my few possessions like trash, warmly embraced their "true" daughter.

They believed Ethan' s carefully doctored photos and the lies that framed my fall from grace.

No one among these glittering guests knew about the Lupus eating me alive, the relentless pain, or the crushing exhaustion that ultimately consumed me.

They simply saw Sarah, the troubled heiress, a messy problem conveniently gone.

The injustice, the quiet suffering they willfully ignored, burned colder than my ghostly form.

Then, during what should have been Ethan' s charming speech, Olivia, the new bride, stood.

She held up a small, sleek USB drive, her eyes firm.

"I have something to share," she announced, her voice echoing.

"A final message. From Sarah."

My breath, if I had one, would have hitched.

My most private journal, my very words, were about to silence their celebration, with the police already waiting outside.

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