Prompt: You’re a ghost trapped in purgatory; you want a home or a place to rest but you can never move on from your strife as your past haunts you ;A;

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Trigger Warning!

I don't remember how I got here.  Everything is just, empty.  Yet somehow also blurry.  I thought I saw a pink light, and I headed towards it.  I can't tell how long it took me to get there, could've been seconds, could've been years.  Eventually, I did make it.  The light is coming from... a cube.  I heeld it in my hands.  Suddenly, I remembered.  I remembered being five, it's the first day of school and I'm scared.  I cried as the bus crawled up to the stop, but my... my dad... he picked me up and swung my around.  "Oh, my baby girl," he said, "don't be sad, I'll always be here!"  He vanishes, it all vanishes.

I miss him.  I need to find him.  I look around, and see another pink cube.  I race towards it, hoping to find a way out.  Without hesitation, I grab it.  

I remember again.  But this time it isn't my dad.  It's a woman.  My mom.  I think I'm ten, and she's reading me a book.  "And they lived happily ever after, the end," she finishes.  All of her stories ended like that.  "I love you sweetie," she said as she kissed me on the head.  

Suddenly I'm back in the emptiness.  I see a blue light in the distance.  It's another cube.  This one feels... different.  I touch it warily. 

 I'm brought into a dark room, my bed room.  I'm twelve now.  I can hear a knock from down the hall, where the main entrance to the house is.  "Hello?" my mom answered.  

"Is this the Peterson's residence?" asked an unfamiliar voice.

"Y- yes.  What's wrong, officer?" my mom stammers, tears at the back of her throat.

"It's... it's your husband..." the police officer says sorrowfully, "he was in a car accident with a drunk driver.  I'm so sorry ma'am."

"No!  It- It can't be, he has a little girl, oh no, no, no," my mom sobs.

A few minutes later, she comes into my room, tears down her face.  I'm crying now too.

"Mom, daddy's not coming back, is he?" I cried

"No, I'm so sorry," she holds me tight, and we just sit there together.

Then it's gone. 

I stand still for a minute.  Then I head towards another cube.  It's pink this time.  I grab it,  hoping for something good.  

It's a wedding.  I'm 16 now.  I'm in a bride maid's dress- no, I'm the maid of honor.  I look over, and see my mom, in a beautiful wedding dress.  She looks perfect.  She looks happy, happier than she has in a long, long time.  I'm happy for her.  I go over and hug her, and we cry again.  But this time, it's tears of joy.  

When I came back, I felt better.  I saw another cube, but this one was different.  It was a blue cube again, but it wasn't glowing.  I didn't want to touch it, but I felt I had to.  It felt cold.

This time, I'm in my room.  I'm 17, and just had an argument with my mom.  I feel so worthless.  I go into the bathroom, and open the medicine cabinet.  I take a bunch of everything, hoping something kills me.  And it does.  

But the memory doesn't end there.  Suddenly I'm looking down at my lifeless body.  My mom knocks on the door, gently at first.  When I don't answer, she pounds harder, and eventually breaks down the door.  She sobs as she calls 911.  "I can't loose you too!" she screams, over, and over, and over.

I'm back in what I can now assume is Purgatory, or some form of it.  There's one more cube.  It doesn't have any color.  I'm afraid to touch it, but I do.  I wish I didn't.

I'm at a funeral.  My funeral.  Everybody is there, all dressed in black.  I see my mom, sobbing with my grandma at her side.  "She was such a good girl" I hear people saying.  There are so many people.  They're all crying.  They all miss me.  My mom feels so guilty.  Lots of people do.

After a while of this, I come back to Purgatory.  There are no more cubes.  There's nothing.  "Bring me back!  I'm sorry!" I cry, but I make no noise.  I'm stuck in Purgatory.  I just want to go home, to find a place to rest, but I can't.  I can only cry and cry and cry.