Chapter 2
~Ellie's POV~
Tears are falling down my cheeks as I dig in the ground with a shovel I found in the garage.
"I shot him... I shot him..." is all I can think and say, my voice quivering. Time seems to pass slowly as I dig the hole deep enough, and by the time I'm finished, I see that the sun is beginning to set. But I don't care. I don't care about anything anymore. I tightly shut my eyes as I put Joel's body into the hole in the ground and start to cover it up with dirt. By the time I'm finished, it's dark.
"I have to stay strong... I have to..." I keep telling myself, although I'm not sure if I can. How can I? This is all my fault. If I hadn't wanted to go in that fucking house, none of this would've happened. This is my fault. My fucking fault.
"What's the point?" I wonder aloud, "All I do is fight so I can live and live so I can fight... There's no point anymore."
But I can't give up. I have to move on, for Joel. I grab an old board and pull out my knife. I carve the words: "Here lies Joel Miller, beloved father." And I stick it into the ground just above where I buried him. But I can't leave yet. The grave is missing something. I carve two small stick figures, one with a ponytail like mine. They're both holding guns. It's me and Joel. I sniffle and a tear falls down my cheek as I finish.
"I'll keep fighting... For you, Joel..." I say, hugging the board I had placed there. Memories of Joel flash through my mind. When I first met him, when he taught me to play the guitar, when he showed me Sarah's grave.
"Joel?" I say, as if he's still here, "If we ever see each other again, you sing for me, ya hear?"
My voice chokes up, and I try to force a smile. I can't. I just can't. I need to move on and try to forget this, but I know I can never forget Joel. Never.
Penny: Hey guys! Sorry this chapter's so short. :( But hopefully the other ones won't be this short, lol. Anyway, I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far! :) Bye~!
