*~Okay, I want to thank the few of you who reviewed, and I hope that you
all enjoy this new chapter. Alright, just to clarify also, Walker is
Evelyn's older brother, and when this: ~~~ shows up it's her flashback.*~
Age 16, Massachusetts
Rolling over in her bed, Evelyn tugged her blanket up higher around her, and shivered. She still hated the cold, and the bitter winter's in Massachsetts were no exception. She glanced over to the clock on her bedside table and read with dispair the time that it read, 4:25 A.M.
There were roughly eight hours until the funeral, but yet she knew there was no chance of her going back to sleep. She curled up and placed her hands beneath the pillow, and the blanket pulled up to her chin. Sighing, Evelyn pondered vaguely about what in the hell she was going to where to the funeral, she figured that she could wear her black velvet dress, that one Aunt or another had at one point given her.
Looking to the other side of her room, she saw her bureau and with a dropping heart she saw the pictures lined up on the top and right in the middle was a picture, of Walker, her older brother. Or late older brother, as people were know putting it.
Numbly, she stood up and crossed the cool wooden floor to her closet, and dropped to her knees. She pulled a large wooden crate out of the back of the closet, and pulled the top off of it. Her slender fingers made their way under stacks of letters from Sarah Lynn and diverses realtives, old photographs, hardly ever worn silk skirts and sweet smelling perfumes. At the bottom the pile, was a folded jacket, worn and creased, with patches on the sides, and a large "W" on the upper right hand sleeve.
Tenderly she pulled it out and layed it out on the floor beside her. After she pushed the box back into the back of the closet, she firmly shut the door, and the picked up the jacket. She held it up to her nose and breathed in the familiar scent of a mix of peppermint and cigaretts. Slippering her arms through the sleeves, she turned to look at herself in the full length mirror that stood against her wall, and moved a little to the side, to avoid the little crack that ran through the side of it, from years ago when her father had once dropped it.
She zippered up the jacket, fixed the collar, let her hair fall in it's soft waves down her back and stared at herself in the mirror.
This was Walker's jacket, the one thing I have left of him...
~~~
She had been sitting at her coffe table in the center of the kitchen, sipping a Coke and twirling a long lock of hair around one finger, when they had gotten the news.
There had been a loud knock on the front door and since she was the only one home, she got up and walked quickly to the front door, and opened it to find her Uncle standing there, with dark circles under his eyes, a newspaper in his left hand, and a jacket in his right.
"Evelyn, sweetheart, are- are your parents home?" He said in a kindly but so damned worn down voice.
She shook her head no, but then reached out to touch the jacket and said, "Isn't this the jacket that Walker was wearing last night?"
Her Uncle sighed and looked down at her, and then after a few moments of hesitation he said, "Evelyn I think that there is something I have to tell you, please let's go sit down."
Leading her uncle back to the kitchen, she sat down and as he settled stiffly into his seat opposite her, he said, "Evelyn, dear... There was an accident.. Walker was at a place he shouldn't of been last night...."
Evelyn shakily stood up at shook her head, holding a hand to her stomach. Her uncle continued to speak, but she heard no more words. She could feel naseau fill her stomach and liquid fill her mouth. He leapt up and put his arms out to her, but she stumbled by him, and grabbed the jacket, before running upstairs to her bedroom.
He stood at the bottom of the stairs watching her flee to her room, and thought about going after her, but decided not to. He knew it would do no good to go up there and say, "Everything will be alright dearie" and he also knew his neice. In the 16 years that he had watched her grow up, he hadn't seen her cry since she was about 7 years old. She just needed to be alone, and he knew it. Shaking his head, he turned and sat back down in the kitchen, to sit and wait for her parents to get back.
Sprawled out on her bed, Evelyn curled up inside his jacket, crying into her pillow case. She knew where Walker had been, he had been at one of those damned speak easies, playing his god damn piano, he loved to play the piano, he loved it more then anything else in the world. With a sickening jolt, Evelyn once remembered her father saying, "Walker loves that thing more then life itself, I wouldn't be surprised if it cost him his life one day." And they had laughed, they had all damned laughed, Walker too. And now look where he was...
~~~
Standing back up, Evelyn stood by her window sill, still wearing that jacket, her hands covered by the sleeves, it hanging down well past her small waist, and stared out into the sky. The sun was rising and it was laying it's beautiful rays across the ocean and Evelyn smiled softly. Walker had always loved the sun, he said it was God's way of letting people know that everything that was going to be okay, that it was okay to move on with life. With that in mind, Evelyn slipped out of his jacket and opened up her window for once not minding the bitter cold nipping at her skin, breathing in the sweet air and letting the sun rise wash it's beauty over her. For the first time in a while, she felt as though she was in a state of bliss.
*~Okay, I added this chapter pretty much because it was nagging at me, but if I don't get more reviews, then I really won't add to it, so please if you have read this and have an opinion on it, review it. Thanks a ton.*~
Age 16, Massachusetts
Rolling over in her bed, Evelyn tugged her blanket up higher around her, and shivered. She still hated the cold, and the bitter winter's in Massachsetts were no exception. She glanced over to the clock on her bedside table and read with dispair the time that it read, 4:25 A.M.
There were roughly eight hours until the funeral, but yet she knew there was no chance of her going back to sleep. She curled up and placed her hands beneath the pillow, and the blanket pulled up to her chin. Sighing, Evelyn pondered vaguely about what in the hell she was going to where to the funeral, she figured that she could wear her black velvet dress, that one Aunt or another had at one point given her.
Looking to the other side of her room, she saw her bureau and with a dropping heart she saw the pictures lined up on the top and right in the middle was a picture, of Walker, her older brother. Or late older brother, as people were know putting it.
Numbly, she stood up and crossed the cool wooden floor to her closet, and dropped to her knees. She pulled a large wooden crate out of the back of the closet, and pulled the top off of it. Her slender fingers made their way under stacks of letters from Sarah Lynn and diverses realtives, old photographs, hardly ever worn silk skirts and sweet smelling perfumes. At the bottom the pile, was a folded jacket, worn and creased, with patches on the sides, and a large "W" on the upper right hand sleeve.
Tenderly she pulled it out and layed it out on the floor beside her. After she pushed the box back into the back of the closet, she firmly shut the door, and the picked up the jacket. She held it up to her nose and breathed in the familiar scent of a mix of peppermint and cigaretts. Slippering her arms through the sleeves, she turned to look at herself in the full length mirror that stood against her wall, and moved a little to the side, to avoid the little crack that ran through the side of it, from years ago when her father had once dropped it.
She zippered up the jacket, fixed the collar, let her hair fall in it's soft waves down her back and stared at herself in the mirror.
This was Walker's jacket, the one thing I have left of him...
~~~
She had been sitting at her coffe table in the center of the kitchen, sipping a Coke and twirling a long lock of hair around one finger, when they had gotten the news.
There had been a loud knock on the front door and since she was the only one home, she got up and walked quickly to the front door, and opened it to find her Uncle standing there, with dark circles under his eyes, a newspaper in his left hand, and a jacket in his right.
"Evelyn, sweetheart, are- are your parents home?" He said in a kindly but so damned worn down voice.
She shook her head no, but then reached out to touch the jacket and said, "Isn't this the jacket that Walker was wearing last night?"
Her Uncle sighed and looked down at her, and then after a few moments of hesitation he said, "Evelyn I think that there is something I have to tell you, please let's go sit down."
Leading her uncle back to the kitchen, she sat down and as he settled stiffly into his seat opposite her, he said, "Evelyn, dear... There was an accident.. Walker was at a place he shouldn't of been last night...."
Evelyn shakily stood up at shook her head, holding a hand to her stomach. Her uncle continued to speak, but she heard no more words. She could feel naseau fill her stomach and liquid fill her mouth. He leapt up and put his arms out to her, but she stumbled by him, and grabbed the jacket, before running upstairs to her bedroom.
He stood at the bottom of the stairs watching her flee to her room, and thought about going after her, but decided not to. He knew it would do no good to go up there and say, "Everything will be alright dearie" and he also knew his neice. In the 16 years that he had watched her grow up, he hadn't seen her cry since she was about 7 years old. She just needed to be alone, and he knew it. Shaking his head, he turned and sat back down in the kitchen, to sit and wait for her parents to get back.
Sprawled out on her bed, Evelyn curled up inside his jacket, crying into her pillow case. She knew where Walker had been, he had been at one of those damned speak easies, playing his god damn piano, he loved to play the piano, he loved it more then anything else in the world. With a sickening jolt, Evelyn once remembered her father saying, "Walker loves that thing more then life itself, I wouldn't be surprised if it cost him his life one day." And they had laughed, they had all damned laughed, Walker too. And now look where he was...
~~~
Standing back up, Evelyn stood by her window sill, still wearing that jacket, her hands covered by the sleeves, it hanging down well past her small waist, and stared out into the sky. The sun was rising and it was laying it's beautiful rays across the ocean and Evelyn smiled softly. Walker had always loved the sun, he said it was God's way of letting people know that everything that was going to be okay, that it was okay to move on with life. With that in mind, Evelyn slipped out of his jacket and opened up her window for once not minding the bitter cold nipping at her skin, breathing in the sweet air and letting the sun rise wash it's beauty over her. For the first time in a while, she felt as though she was in a state of bliss.
*~Okay, I added this chapter pretty much because it was nagging at me, but if I don't get more reviews, then I really won't add to it, so please if you have read this and have an opinion on it, review it. Thanks a ton.*~