Why?
written by ●Abigail●
(New Chapters!!!) She was just there, on earth. She had no reason to be there. So why was she there? She wanted to know. So she was going to find out. Read about the life of Chloe Johnson, and why she was on the earth. I will try to update it whenever I can. I love getting feedback, so post on my wall!
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
9
Reads
486
Chapter Five
Chapter 6
April 23
Dear diary,
Today I went to the park again, and I saw the field! I saw the figure also, and they were closer this time. When I looked, I saw that they kind of looked like...me. I know it sounds crazy, but that’s what I saw. I was sketching the lake, and then I saw them.I followed them into a forest. I followed them, and eventually I saw a small house. I looked inside, and I saw that the walls were covered with pictures. When I looked closer, I saw that they were all pictures that I had drawn. I thought about the figure I had followed, the one that looked like me. I was pretty freaked out by then, so I decided to go back home. The problem was, I had no idea where home was. I had just followed the figure without actually looking around, and now I was lost. Just then, the figure reappeared. I followed it, knowing it would lead me out of the dense forest. It did. Once I got out, I went straight back home. I thought for a while about what had happened, then decided to draw the small house while it was still fresh in my mind. I have a theory about the figure, but it’s crazy. I think that the figure may be my ghost, or my future self. I think that the house in the woods is their, or, my, house where I keep all my art. I think future me, as I’m now calling the figure, is trying to tell me something.
Dear diary,
Today I went to the park again, and I saw the field! I saw the figure also, and they were closer this time. When I looked, I saw that they kind of looked like...me. I know it sounds crazy, but that’s what I saw. I was sketching the lake, and then I saw them.I followed them into a forest. I followed them, and eventually I saw a small house. I looked inside, and I saw that the walls were covered with pictures. When I looked closer, I saw that they were all pictures that I had drawn. I thought about the figure I had followed, the one that looked like me. I was pretty freaked out by then, so I decided to go back home. The problem was, I had no idea where home was. I had just followed the figure without actually looking around, and now I was lost. Just then, the figure reappeared. I followed it, knowing it would lead me out of the dense forest. It did. Once I got out, I went straight back home. I thought for a while about what had happened, then decided to draw the small house while it was still fresh in my mind. I have a theory about the figure, but it’s crazy. I think that the figure may be my ghost, or my future self. I think that the house in the woods is their, or, my, house where I keep all my art. I think future me, as I’m now calling the figure, is trying to tell me something.
