I felt the chair give way from under me. I knew that soon, my misery would be over. I could finally be at peace, not to live in constant fear. My chest was tightening up, by now I thought I would be struggling to free myself. I guess this really was the right choice. The room around me started to look like a tv struggling to get signal. You know the ones where if you move the antenna just right then the picture would be clear again. I knew that wasn’t going to happen for me. My parent wouldn’t find me until it was too late. Not that they’d care, nobody would care. Slowly the burning in my chest went away. The pictures around me were slowly fading to black. I smiled knowing I was finally free.
My eyes flashed opened. Dazed and confused I took in my surroundings. I saw my body, like a Christ,as ornamental from a tree. If my body is there… then how am I conscious? I looked around. Though I could see everythingm it was as if I was staring in through a fogged window. The door to my bedroom swung open, with such force the whole house must of shook. It was like a movie playing out in front of me. My father cutting the rope from the ceiling. My mother crying and screaming for me to be okay. “You’re parent do care gravely about you.” I spun to the unknown voice. There stood a man, holding a scythe, wearing a long black robe. Snorting a turned back to the scene in front of me. My ,other was now on the phone, presumably with 911, my father doing his best at CPR. “If they cared about me they sure never showed it until now. Let me guess you must be death here to take me to my new home.”
“Not quite young one. Though I am death, it is not your time. You still have those who care about you a great deal. Though with how close you have come to entering my realm, I do give you this warning. When I return you to your earthly body, you may notice a few changes. Do not be frightened though.”
“But I don’t want to go back! That’s the whole point of this!” I gestured to the scene, paramedics have now arrived. “I will explain more when I can. In the meantime, please call my Grimm. It won’t be the last we meet.” He took my hand, and placed something inside it. With a tap to my forehead, the world went dark again.
My throat was bruning, and my chest felt heavy. Opening my eyes I swore I was in heaven. So much light a brightness, I was happy. I succeeded. Or at least I thought until I looked over to see my mother sleeping in a chair, my hand in hers. Her eyes have sunken in, her hair, a birds nest now. I squeezed her hand with as much strength as I could muster. Her eyes fluttered open. The once vibrant blue they were, now a dull gray. Maybe Grimm was right. Maybe they do care. “Maesi? Sweetheart?” I looked over at her, her voice rough. “Oh sweetheart you’re awake! Let me ring the doctor! We were worried you wouldn’t wake up again! It’s been so long!” She was rambling, but what did she mean by long? I was only out for a day wasn’t I? I tried asking her how long but no sound came out. Putting a finger to my lip my mother silenced me. “Wait for the doctor sweetheart. He’ll be here in a moment. I’m going to text your father.” She released my hand grabbing her phone. I looked over to my other side and there sat a small night stand. On it sat some flowers and cards, my childhood stuffed animal, and a necklace I’ve never seen before. “You’re father will be here as soon as possible, he’s leaving work now.” I looked back over at my mother.
The doctor came into my room a shot while later.
September 13, 2018 __
Dear Diary, _My name is Evelyn Jones, I am 16 today! Yeah every girls dream birthday right? The big one six. Everyone’s dream but mine. Today was a disaster, just like I thought it would be. If you think be the forgotten child in a house full of children sucks, well try being the forgotten only child! How does that even work?! Don’t get me wrong, my parents are great parents…when they remember about me! I swear if work could be considered a child, I’d be the least favorite kid. _ __ I guess I could give you a name, you could be like a friend to rant to… Or does I __ __ September 24, 2018 __ Dear Diary, __ _I know it’s been a few days. I do think I’ll keep diary as your name though, it suits you. So you remember the last time I wrote to you I was complaining about being the forgotten child? Well guess what! It seems true! Tonight at dinner mother made a gorgeous meal, she said she was having some people over to meet the family. I was so excited. I got one of my favorite dresses on, did my hair, did my makeup. I didn’t want to embarrass my mom or dad if these people were important ya know? Anyway, after I was done getting ready I went downstairs to see if my mom or dad needed any help setting up. When I got down there, the guests have already arrived, and to my surprise there was no where for me to sit! I tried asking mother about it and she ignored me. I decided to try asking dad and he ignored me too! Even the guests didn’t seem to notice my presence in the room. I ended up coming up here to talk to you, while they’re all still down there enjoying dinner. _ __ __ October 1, 2018 __ Dear Diary, __ Mother and father are still acting strange. Ever since I’ve started writing to you they truly haven’t noticed me. Today they came home crying. I tried consoling them, asking them what was going on, and like before, I got noting from them! Maybe they don’t like me writing to you? __ October 10, 2018 __ Dear Diary, __ Today is my last day with you. My parents never did forget me. Apparently on September 12 there was a really bad accident on my way to school. Some drunk dude hit me while I was crossing the street. The fancy dinner they had that following week, that was for planning the funeral arrangements. The first, when they came home crying was the day they buried me. I really was their pride and joy. Today they set up a miny shrine, dedicated just to me. They have so many photos of me up there, my childhood stuffed animal, a vase full of my favorite flowers. My heart is broken for them. They knew my excitement for my sweet sixteen. They decided to honor that at my funeral. I over heard them talking to each other about how much I would of enjoyed it.
I clench the letter in my fist. My heart pounding, bound to beat out of chest. If no one else were talking I’d swear you could hear it hit against my ribs. I approach Ophelia. Her strawberry hair hanging over her shoulder, her brilliant blue eyes shining bight. “Hey Ophy.” I was nervous….it’s been so long since I last used her nickname from our childhood. She smiled the most perfect smile at me. “What’s up Jack! Haven’t heard you call me that since middle school.” “Nothin much… so uh…. Valentine’s Day is coming up, and I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date? Ya know… if no one has asked you to be a valentine’s yet.” I spat out what needed to be said. The letter still crumpled in my hand. Her smile vanished as quickly as it appeared. My heart was cracking. She didn’t have to say anything. “Jack. You’re my best friend. Heck you’re basically my brother! I couldn’t be your valentine’s, you know this.” With every word she said, a knife twisted in my heart. “I understand Ophy. I’ll see you later k? I don’t want to be late to class.” Before she could objected I turned around and walked away. Dropping the letter of her confessing her feelings, I found in my locker. I knew it was too good to be true.
The thoughts and dreams run through my mind Chasing them wildely! Reaching out to claim what’s mine.
They start to fade in and out. As if I am not close enough to reach them, Just out of my reach.
I shall not give up chasing what is mine! Though it will take time to achieve. I will be sure to follow my dream.
Though they were young The love they had was like none other
Though tragically perishing Their loved remained strong
To drink poison so young To give their life’s for each other,
That has given them power To remain together.
No longer on feuding sides Able to be at peace in their embrace.
Are all these two starcrossed lovers wanted. Who would think, they’d find it in life hereafter.