A.N. Rachel's death hit me really hard. Besides the fact that she was and still is my favorite character, I have a hard time trusting people
and making friends, so whenever I felt scared, or weak, or alone, I'd think about what Rachel would do. {I know that she's fictional,
don't worry, I'm not psychotic. Well, not completely . . . (-_-)} Ownership: 0%
Grieving
I sat down on a bench at the cemetary, its not too far from my 'home'. It's nice enough. Clean. It has bushes and trees,
and a pond with a footbridge over it. I gaze at the headstone, it's a few feet away from the pond and the bench. Below it there was no body, only ashes. Her mother hadn't wanted a bear
in her daughter's grave, so she was cremated. I yawned, it was midnight, so my mind wsa milling around aimlessly. She was too young. She had so much ahead of her. Ok, not really,
but that was the sleep and all the years of family sitcoms talking. Well is I was in the touchy-feely mode, I decided to enjoy it. Ahem, I warn you that this will get VERY sappy.
Her dreams were taken away, she could've been a gymnast or a model. Her life, right now Melissa is probably crying. Her friends, Jake never shed a tear, and as far as I know,
neither did Cassie, Why? I didn't have the answer. While I was thinking, a drop of water hit my hand. I looked up to see if it was raining. Nope, cloudy but not raining. I realized,
with embarresment, that I was crying. Again.