:("At The Cemetery ":(
🌈" Ryan's POV"🌈
I walk over to my sister's grave stone. It reads,
'Zoey Smith, Beloved daughter and sister.'
Zoey was more than just a sister to me. We were about the same age but I was 9 month younger than her.
Zoey wasn't just my sister that I'll love forever but she was also my best friend. A person I could always count on when i needed someone. A person I could trust with my secrets. A person that was always gonna be there for me and I her.
But, she was the reason why we moved to Florida. She died when she and I were 7 years old. I remember it just like it was yesterday day.
We were playing around with our kick ball when I kicked a little to hard and went out into the road. I was gonna get it but Zoey told me she'd get it. She crossed the after looking both ways nobody was coming so she went to get. Then all of a sudden some dude sped around the corner. I tried to warn her to move but before I could I was to late.
It's all my fault. If I didn't kick the ball so hard and I didn't let her go and get the ball she'd still be here breathing, being happy and alive. If went and got it I probably would've died but at least she'd be alive, but at the same time, I'm glad she's gone and I didn't die that day. If I had there's the possibility that she'd be going through what I am right now and I don't want that for her so yeah, I'm happy she died.
I'm so screwed up in the head. I think to myself.
I kneel down in front of the grave stone and hug it as if it were her.
"H-hey sis.", I say looking up at the cloudy sky.
"I wish you were here. Mom and Dad are getting worse and I stayed the night at Summer's so it's probably gonna be even worse.", I say still looking up at the sky. I start to fell the tears sting my ears. I look down at the grave stone.
"You know, sometimes I wonder what would've happened to you if I went and got the ball outta of the road instead of you. Would you be going through what I'm going through or, would you be living your life being happy, alive, and breathing.", I say feeling the tears start to roll down my cheeks. I laugh a little remembering one of the few but many happy memories I have.
"Remember when dad was sleeping on the couch and me, you, and mom put make up on him and did his nails.", I say and let out a sigh
"I miss when we were like that, a happy family. I miss you and I know mom and dad do to even though they don't admit it and they don't visit you.", I tell her and then feel cold.
I do believe in ghosts, spirits, etc. and everytime I come here to see her, I feel the same coldness everytime, as if she's actually there. Sometimes I wonder if she's actually there. Maybe it's a sign. Maybe she's trying to tell me to stay strong. Maybe she's trying to say that she's always here for me. I have know idea but for some reason, the coldness is always comforting.
I probably sound insane, right? But I'm telling the truth. I just wish I knew why the coldness here was so comforting and if it is her what does is she trying to do.
"I love you sis and I miss you. I really wish you were here.", I say hugging the gravestone again and getting up.
"Bye sis, visit you soon.", I say walking out of the cemetery and heading back towards my home.