A/n: again, I own nobody but the narrator. And dude, LOST is my LIFE!
Memories
pt 2: Government exam, Tuesday
Late to school,
an exam to take
on something none of us care about.
I finish early,
close the book
and stare straight ahead until the end.
The light is fluorescent,
glancing lightly on walls
and reflecting sharply off the metal
of the desk legs in front of me.
It dances as I stare at it,
playing across my vision
like a guiding light,
leading me somewhere I've never been
except in memories.
A roaring sound fills my ears,
the Crossing Over,
and a graveyard comes into focus.
So many graves, marked crudely
with wooden crosses
and names faintly scratched in.
My shadow-self moves forward,
dreading to look but knowing I have to.
Fourteen graves stand out
in this dismal place,
this place I've never been.
I know the names on these crosses,
know them like I know the people
buried under them.
A flash of light,
a falling plane,
and I am in the graveyard again.
There are new people now,
sailors, doctors, police,
moving through the many graves.
They do not understand what happened,
do not know the dead.
But I know,
from a memory that is not mine,
that someone killed them all
and buried them later.
A tear falls,
the scene fades,
a roaring and the Crossing Back.
I sit at my desk,
waiting for the test to be over,
and I cry
for the people I knew
from a memory I never had.
A/n: the memory mentioned is from a fanfic I read, called "The End of All Things" by mortaldarkness. so I'm not claiming it as mine, so this is basically barely mine. so mortaldarkness, DON'T SUE ME!