"It's nice to see you again." "..." "I've been good, I bet the kids are with you right now, learning how to make explosions and making you proud." No response, like usual. I don't expect gravestone to talk back to me. I probably looked crazy talking to someone's grave like this, but I'll do it anyway. Like I always do. I stared at the writing on the gravestone, R.I.P Deidara Bakuhatsu.
What was I doing? I shook my head. I shouldn't be coming here every morning at 3:00. Before I couldn't imagine waking up that early, but now I do it so much that my body automatically gets up, I don't even need an alarm clock anymore. I dress in black more than ever, I haven't wore any other colors in 3 years. My hair is always pinned up into a bun, I know wear a wig over it. A black one, which is very long and I keep in a ponytail. The others now think I grew it out and dyed it black, though sometimes I came close to it.
I looked up at the sky, the others...they're off worse than I am. Mikka got really quiet and proper, I hate it.. I haven't heard Lyric speak more than a sentence in almost two years, Chi has been especially good so far, she hasn't done anything rebellious, which is very unlike herself. Where did it go wrong? It seemed to go from bad to good to a perfect dream. Have we woken up now? I lost Deidara and the kids, my chance of having a perfect family and life.
My eyes watered. I wiped them off, gave one last look at the grave. Tomorrow I won't come. I'll stay at home until 6:00, wake up, get dressed, then head to work and come straight home. I won't be helping out with homework like I would've if I wasn't so weak. I took a deep sigh and walked away from the graveyard. I've also lost my fear of graveyards and ghosts. Maybe it's just me.
I didn't think I would get out this late. I just had to agree to overtime this week didn't I? I'm the one who always gets overtime. Maybe because I'm so spacey around my co-workers that I'll agree to almost anything. I continued walking through the late summer air with a pace at a speed walk. My fear of the dark still hasn't been concurred, and the streetlights have been on for quite some time I think.
Out of the corner of my eye I spotted the old graveyard. I quickly looked away. What was I thinking? Did I want to have a heart attack going into a graveyard at night? I couldn't help it, that aching feeling in my chest got stronger whenever I passed by...him. I had no other choice, I usually don't go to see him at this hour, just in the morning, but it couldn't hurt. Mr. James wouldn't mind. Mr. James was the one who watched over the graveyard. He was a nice, sweet, old man that we all liked. I always checked up on him because of the hunch in his back. He often made jokes about how he would one day be buried in the exact same graveyard he watched over, while someone else watched over him.
I unlocked the front gate, (Mr. James gave me the spare key), and walked past the rows of names of graves. I stopped in front of Deidara's. Looking down at the flowers I left from this morning...wait...where were they? I looked back up, my eyes widened when I stopped at the name: Audrice Berton. Who the hell was she? Maybe it's the lighting fooling my eyes. I walked all around the graveyard, twice. This was weird, a grave couldn't've just disappeared, could it?
I knocked on Mr. Jame's front door. He was required to live in the little house next to the graveyard. I wouldn't have done it. It's old and grey and creepy in there, and I've only seen it once but it gives me the chills every time I pass by it. The door opened and Mr. James came out in his pajamas, holding out an old candle light, (though he could just turn the light on but whatever). and adjusting his glasses.
"Briana, what are you doing here so late? I only see you before even dawn." "I know Mr. James, but it's just that something, well...attracted me here. But I was just wandering if you knew what happened to Deidara's grave?" Mr. James looked confused and scratched the back of his head, "Deidara...Deidara...eh...no, I'm afraid I haven't heard of that name before." He saw the concerned/scared look on my face. What could've happened to him? "Let me just be sure and check for you, ok?" He shuffled through his bookcase and pulled out the most oldest-looking one.
He squinted as he glided his finger past the names. Finally he closed the book shut and I jumped. "I don't see the name in here." "Okay." I lowered my head as he put his hands on my shoulders. "Go home and get some sleep, maybe then you can get your head together and remember the right name." I turned from the door. Mr. James didn't mean that as an insult, I know he didn't, he was too kind of a man. But that didn't stop the pain in my chest and the tears from falling when I got home.
Because I know Deidara Bakuhatsu's name from anywhere, even if it was in a different language.
So then what just happened now?
