Very bad writing since im half asleep and bored
(LAURENS POV) As i felt the bullet pierce thru my flesh, i felt pain for the last time before falling onto the floor. i laid there. silently. "*What next?*" i thought to myself "*Is this the end?*" that was my last thought before i closed by eyes, i couldn't hold them open anymore. as i felt the light consume me, then i woke up. i didnt know how long has passed. few hours maybe? "Yo?- where the hell is this place?!" i yelled, it was a nursery. quite cozy but how was i supposed to know that?! "*is this heaven?*" thought before i heard a baby crying. "YO WHO'S BABY IS THIS?!" (PHILIP'S POV) I laid there in my cot, the harsh rays of light hitting my cot warming it up, the sound of my mothers piano danced around my room. but i felt like something was in my nursery, it surely wasnt my mama. did my papa return home? no. it felt cold like it wasnt alive. i opened my eyes and saw a ghost, i was so shocked that i started balling. (Note: philip is 7 months old by the time of this) (ELIZA'S POV) My fingers danced around the old grand piano in the living room, it was right next to the window. i would spend hours playing the piano glaring at the window hoping that alexander would come home. he was the Lieutenant Colonel for the American revolution, i knew he was going to fight until the war was done or he when was done. i sighed, he deserved a chance to meet his son. speaking of his son, i heard him crying in his nursery. i ran over to him, "Shh! shh! mothers here." i said as i cradled him in my arms, "Poor thing. something must of had waken you up huh?" id ask him (PHILIPS POV) I was picked up by my mother as i rolled around to see what was behind her, i saw a ghost. i cooed and tried to reach out to him. (LAURENS POV) i saw the baby reach out to try and grab me i got closer to the baby and /tried/ to hold his tiny hand but it phased thru. "Yo, i gotta protect this kid!" I declared. So thats it lol- tell me if you want more to the story
