The small girls eyes lit up as she closed the slender box and smiled at teh boy sitting with her,
"I'll wear it forever." she said happily, eyes dancing as she clutched the box against her chest portectively.
Then everything faded away and the girl was in
another place.
She was a few years older now, and surrounded by
adults that seemed preoccupied by something of importance.
"Please?
Why can't I go?" she pleaded, her eye's almost in tears as she
gripped the necklace she was wearing far to tightly.
No-one seemed
to care, if they noticed at all.
Why couldn't she come? She wanted
to say goodbye to grandpa to.
"You'll understand when your older."
Those words echo'd as the girl found herself
falling back into the past again, from years before.
She watched
in horrified silence, wishing her body would elt her move, she wanted
to help!
She stay where she was left, hidden from the terror not
far from her, far to scared to move.
Unfolding before her eyes was
a bloodbath, and though her memories had been blurred over by tears,
time, and emotion, she remembered clearly the slaughter of her best
friend.
Suroundings evaporated gain, into days after that
horrific event that no-one knew she witnessed.
Relatives had
arrived to salvage what was left of their families possessions,which
ended up only being a car and the necklace that had been given to the
girl,and to take care of teh funeral arrangements.
Though they
seemed far more interested in hte necklace then anything else.
"No!"
the girl cryed out, clutching the item around her neck protectively
as she fled down the hall to her room.
It was all she had left of
her best friend, and she had promised him to never take it off. No
matter what.
Her sobbing drowned out the adults arguing outside
her door.
Guilt and memories filling her mind, tears came freely
down ehr face.
"Sean!" the girl called out as
she bolted upright in her bed.
She was 16 years old now, and still
dreams of her memories haunted her.
Closing her eyes and pressing
her palm against her forehead, she tried to calm her breathing.
She
was covered in a cold sweat, her long brown hair matted to her head,
and she could still feal tears in her eyes as she slipped her feet
over the side of the bed.
A shower counded good right about now.
