Michelle climbed out of bed. It was her first day of summer vaction. She went over to her night stand and picked up the picture of her and Craig. She kissed it. In her mind, she said a quick prayer, like she always did. She took a shower, got dressed, and went downstairs to have breakfast. She sat at the table as her mom put a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of her.
"Don't forget you have an appointement at 9:30 with doctor-"
"I know mom. I've been going every Thursday for four months. I don't ever forget."
"Okay honey."
After Michelle finished her breakfast, she went up to her room and kind of just sat there. She did that a lot. She liked getting away from people so she could think. The first month or so after Craig died was really hard on her. Food was pretty much forced down her throat, and people were weird around her at school. Weird meaning, everyone was "friends" with her. But they weren't really her friends. They were giving her false sympathy. No one was really there to help her deal with what she was going through. She went to the Jeramiah house very often, spending a lot of time with Angela, joey, and Caitlin. She got very close to them over the past few months, but sometimes they couldn't even help. Emma tried. Emma tried really hard. But she didn't get very far. Michelle tried turning to God. But when she didn't get a response, she gave that up. So…she deal with it herself. She talks to Craig a lot. It comforts her. As she sat there on her bed, just thinking, her mom called up the stairs.
"Michelle, it's time for your appointment!"
"Okay mom. I'm going to walk, if that is okay."
"Fine. See you in a few hours."
Michelle went to a small building next to the hospital. She went up to the third floor and sat down in a waiting room. Five minutes later, Dr. Larson was ready for her.
"So, Michelle. I've seen you once a week every week for four months. You're mental stability has improved greatly. As you know, there were a handful of times where we feared we were going to lose you. How do you feel?"
"I feel….ready."
"Ready for what?"
"What we discussed."
"Oh. I have to say I didn't expect you to be ready this early. Today?"
"Today."
"I'm very proud of you. You have been coming to me voluntarily, I'm rpoud of that, too."
"I don't think I need to see you anymore, Dr. Larson."
Dr. Larson smiled.
"I don't think you need to see me anymore, either, Michelle."
"Is this goodbye, then?"
"I guess it is."
They stood. Michelle gave Dr. Larson a hug.
"you are a wonderful psychiatrist."
"And you are a wonderful person. You can always come back to see me. Good luck today. "
"Thank you." Michelle smiled. She left the office. She exited the building, and started walking. Her destination wasn't far. She first stopped at the floral shop, and bought a dozen white roses. Then she continued to walk up a large hill, and turned left, onto a pathway. She walked through the open gates. She weaved around the large objects until she got to the one she was looking for. It read: CRAIG MANNING 1988-2004 LOVED BY MANY, REMBERED BY ALL
Michelle had a large part in picking out the phrase that went on it. She put the flowers down in front of the tombstone.
"Hi, Craig. Today is the ninety-fifth day I have had to live without you. I still miss you. And you know I still love you. I tell you that everyday. Today I had another appointment with doctor Larson. It was my last. I don't need to go see her anymore. I didn't go to your house yet, but I plan to very soon. I wrote something for you." Michelle pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket. She started to cry, but in a controlled way. She recited what was on the paper. "I came to tell you something today, I'm telling you that I'm going away. I just can't come see you anymore, this is it, I'm closing the door. Being here brings back so much pain, and as I say this I feel so vain. But I've been faithful everyday, when a guy wants to see me I chase him away. Everyday I stand here, so many tears fall. But it doesn't matter to you, you can't see me at all. Long ago, I gave you everything I had. But then you left me, I was so mad. Being mad at you, I know it was wrong. But I had so much hate, that I have kept all along. Like I said, I will not return. Everything I'm feeling, I have to let it burn. I trace my fingers slowly, Across your engraved name. Since you were taken from me, nothing has been the same. I laid flowers down for you, And I begin to cry. Because I am here, to whisper my last goodbye."
Michelle put down the piece of paper, under the flowers so it wouldn't blow away. She ran her hand across this name which she held as dearly as her own one last time. She stood up and turned to leave. As she took her first steps away, the wind picked up. 'I know you're there, Craig', She thought. 'I still love you. Always. Forever.' The wind blew her tears down the side of her face, and when they dropped off, the wind carried them behind her, placing them on Craig Manning's grave. Michelle started walking again. She sighed, and smiled at the thought of Craig being there with her.
"…good-bye…"
AUTHOR'S NOTE: thanks for reading and reviewing. I had a hard time writing the last three chapters, I cried the whole time, lol. Like I said, thanks! (the end)
"Don't forget you have an appointement at 9:30 with doctor-"
"I know mom. I've been going every Thursday for four months. I don't ever forget."
"Okay honey."
After Michelle finished her breakfast, she went up to her room and kind of just sat there. She did that a lot. She liked getting away from people so she could think. The first month or so after Craig died was really hard on her. Food was pretty much forced down her throat, and people were weird around her at school. Weird meaning, everyone was "friends" with her. But they weren't really her friends. They were giving her false sympathy. No one was really there to help her deal with what she was going through. She went to the Jeramiah house very often, spending a lot of time with Angela, joey, and Caitlin. She got very close to them over the past few months, but sometimes they couldn't even help. Emma tried. Emma tried really hard. But she didn't get very far. Michelle tried turning to God. But when she didn't get a response, she gave that up. So…she deal with it herself. She talks to Craig a lot. It comforts her. As she sat there on her bed, just thinking, her mom called up the stairs.
"Michelle, it's time for your appointment!"
"Okay mom. I'm going to walk, if that is okay."
"Fine. See you in a few hours."
Michelle went to a small building next to the hospital. She went up to the third floor and sat down in a waiting room. Five minutes later, Dr. Larson was ready for her.
"So, Michelle. I've seen you once a week every week for four months. You're mental stability has improved greatly. As you know, there were a handful of times where we feared we were going to lose you. How do you feel?"
"I feel….ready."
"Ready for what?"
"What we discussed."
"Oh. I have to say I didn't expect you to be ready this early. Today?"
"Today."
"I'm very proud of you. You have been coming to me voluntarily, I'm rpoud of that, too."
"I don't think I need to see you anymore, Dr. Larson."
Dr. Larson smiled.
"I don't think you need to see me anymore, either, Michelle."
"Is this goodbye, then?"
"I guess it is."
They stood. Michelle gave Dr. Larson a hug.
"you are a wonderful psychiatrist."
"And you are a wonderful person. You can always come back to see me. Good luck today. "
"Thank you." Michelle smiled. She left the office. She exited the building, and started walking. Her destination wasn't far. She first stopped at the floral shop, and bought a dozen white roses. Then she continued to walk up a large hill, and turned left, onto a pathway. She walked through the open gates. She weaved around the large objects until she got to the one she was looking for. It read: CRAIG MANNING 1988-2004 LOVED BY MANY, REMBERED BY ALL
Michelle had a large part in picking out the phrase that went on it. She put the flowers down in front of the tombstone.
"Hi, Craig. Today is the ninety-fifth day I have had to live without you. I still miss you. And you know I still love you. I tell you that everyday. Today I had another appointment with doctor Larson. It was my last. I don't need to go see her anymore. I didn't go to your house yet, but I plan to very soon. I wrote something for you." Michelle pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket. She started to cry, but in a controlled way. She recited what was on the paper. "I came to tell you something today, I'm telling you that I'm going away. I just can't come see you anymore, this is it, I'm closing the door. Being here brings back so much pain, and as I say this I feel so vain. But I've been faithful everyday, when a guy wants to see me I chase him away. Everyday I stand here, so many tears fall. But it doesn't matter to you, you can't see me at all. Long ago, I gave you everything I had. But then you left me, I was so mad. Being mad at you, I know it was wrong. But I had so much hate, that I have kept all along. Like I said, I will not return. Everything I'm feeling, I have to let it burn. I trace my fingers slowly, Across your engraved name. Since you were taken from me, nothing has been the same. I laid flowers down for you, And I begin to cry. Because I am here, to whisper my last goodbye."
Michelle put down the piece of paper, under the flowers so it wouldn't blow away. She ran her hand across this name which she held as dearly as her own one last time. She stood up and turned to leave. As she took her first steps away, the wind picked up. 'I know you're there, Craig', She thought. 'I still love you. Always. Forever.' The wind blew her tears down the side of her face, and when they dropped off, the wind carried them behind her, placing them on Craig Manning's grave. Michelle started walking again. She sighed, and smiled at the thought of Craig being there with her.
"…good-bye…"
AUTHOR'S NOTE: thanks for reading and reviewing. I had a hard time writing the last three chapters, I cried the whole time, lol. Like I said, thanks! (the end)