Who would have thought a word could be living?
"How is this possible?" I heard myself ask.
"Anything is possible"
He replied to me still maintaining calmness how was he doing that?
"So every word out there has what? A body for it?" I asked.
"Not all but most." He said,
"Well, what do you want? I do not have time for this freak show." I told him.
"Your powers." He said,
"Wait-what?" I scoffed.
"My powers- what is it with all of you? Can't you all just let me be or do you think I enjoy a dead girl's soul lingering inside of me?" I vented.
"Hmm," he voiced.
"You seem to be enjoying it very much." He told me. "But I take no interest in your powers, do you think it is anything compared to mine?" He told me.
"It isn't?" I asked. I had believed I was the most powerful. Well, mom and Sarah made me believe so.
He scoffed.
"You need me to function." He told me.
