Cemetery Drive
After-life prt 2
I am awaking in a bright white room. I panic and sit up looking around to the new surroundings that terrified me. My blood was rushing that I thought it might kill me. Then again. I might be dead. I grunted at the sharp pain in my head. I stood up and put my hand over the pain. Once I removed my hand from the pain. I realized I was bleeding.
Why was I bleeding? I tried to remember what happened, but I can’t quite place a finger on it. I saw the floor disappear and I thought I was going to fall through, but to my amazement. It seemed to be a glass floor. If this is the after-life then why can I see what’s happening right now in the world?
I knelt and looked around to notice I am in the cemetery. I automatically got teleported inside the church and got a strong urge of fear. As I looked at Zacky, grabbing my hand and putting it around the knife that was in my head. Explains why I am bleeding. Also, it seems as if he is trying to make this as a suicide.
No this can’t be. I am starting to remember what happened. Zacky killed me…. Jamia! I don’t want to see her reaction to my death. Worse! I don’t want to see what Zacky will do to her. I began to cry hard as I thought of what that monster will do to her.
I turned around when I felt a cold presence near me. I wasn’t expecting Lindsey to be behind me. What is she doing here? Did Zacky kill her too? I wouldn’t doubt it if he did. He loved to hurt people, even people he somewhat cared about at least. I doubt I meant anything more than fun time to him.
“You need to get out of here Frank.” She said.
“L-Lindsey? Y-You died?” I stuttered through the tears.
She bit her lip and looked down looking nervous.
“Remember that one friend of Jamia's that went missing?”
I nodded, scared for the answer.
“W-Well Zacky killed me to prove to Jamia that she should stay away from you.”
“Well he killed me too because I loved her and he said neither of them could have me.”
She smiled a little from that.
“I was cheating on him to be with Jamia, but he wouldn’t let me go and that lead me to this. A-And.” I chocked on some tears.
“I don’t want to see what he does to the woman I love or what she does to herself.”
She knelt and pulled me into a hug. I cried onto her shoulder holding onto her tight. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to know about it. Why should I? I am dead, aren’t I?
“I am sorry Frank.” She whispered.
“But I am afraid you are forced to watch what happens next. Come find me when you have seen enough.” She says and I feel her disappear.
I wiped away my tears and looked back down. I already seen enough. I don’t want to see what happens to my sweet Jamia. It will kill me. Well from already being dead I don’t think it’s possible, but it will hurt. I will watch the most I can before I can’t take it anymore. Maybe Lindsey can make sure I don’t see anything, but pitch black.
I watched Zacky leave my body there as he ran out crying, yelling ‘what have I done?’ repeatedly. I did enjoy watching him cry and panic. Unfortunately, it was over my dead body, but I enjoyed watching him cry. I watched him run out of the cemetery. Fortunately for me, he ran into the officers who guard the cemetery at night.
He argued with the officers with what he was doing there and I wasn’t surprised they believed his lie. He said he was helping to stop a friend from committing suicide, which he was too late to stop. I physically cringed, wanting to be there right now to punch him and maybe do what he did to me.
I got taken back from that thought. Frank Iero, the non-violent decent human thought of killing someone. I wouldn’t hurt someone intentionally or for my own amusement. I wouldn’t even hurt a flower let alone a human. I would probably hurt someone if they were going to hurt someone I would care about, maybe. Other than that, I wouldn’t hurt someone.
I shook my head and continued to look. I got annoyed when Zacky got off innocent and I got off as crazy. You’ve people seen this man hit people for fun! Are you scared of him!?! I know I am and I know I am an idiot for liking him, dating him and being friends with him. Whatever. Zacky then told them my name which I think he did so my parents and Jamia would know what happened to me.
I scuffed and just watched the officers examine my body and believe what Zacky said, before they went to talk to my parents. I watched closely on this one. They had no emotion in their faces and it physically hurt me. Don’t they care their only kid is dead? Like I know I was selfish and didn’t listen, but come on. I am your child.
I heard my mother say that I should’ve listened to her and my father. I cried hearing that. I shouldn’t be crying. It’s true. I then listened to what my father said. He said that he thankful he was informed and there should be a funeral soon. The officers noted and left.
I teleported myself into my home to hear more of what they would say. I figured out how to teleport so this was easy to do.
“I can’t believe our Frankie is gone!” My mother cried as my father hugged her.
“I can’t believe it either. Suicide is farfetched and I don’t buy it. Our little Frank was a happy kid that wasn’t in the best state with Zacky, but-“ My father said stopping before he could finish the sentence.
My mother looked up with her eyes wide, full of sadness and anger.
“You don’t think?” She cried.
My father looked down nodding. My mother wasn’t too pleased with that, so she ran off and locked herself in their bedroom. Her loud sobs echoed around the house. I felt bad for my mother and father. They did the best they could to raise me right and went and messed it up by dating Zacky. Now because of something so idiotic I did I am dead now and my parents and Jamia are devastated.
I began to cry more, facing the realization I was dead and I can’t change that. I wiped my tears away a bit and looked at my father. He was holding up so far till a tear came down his cheeks. He wiped it away and sniffed.
“I got to be strong for her.” He sniffed and went to comfort my mother.
I need to give them privacy, even though me being gone is privacy enough, but I need my ghostly presence out of here. I need to see how Jamia is. I teleported myself into Jamia’s nice home and I see her there crying. Tissues everywhere and her friend Chantal, supporting her.
“I can’t believe he is gone Chantal!” She cried.
Chantal shushed her and hugged her closer.
“I don’t think he killed himself, Jamia. I think Zacky did.”
Everyone believes he did it, but they are too afraid to admit it. Soon everyone will actually think it’s the way Zacky said it.
“I know Zacky did it!” She yelled.
“Can you please give me a few minutes on my own Chantal?” Chantal nodded and got up. She walked into the kitchen, leaving Jamia in a ball on her ornate couch.
“Come back to me Frank.” She cried out.
“I would love to Jamia.” She jumped up and looked around scared.
Can you hear me? I didn’t think it’s possible.
“Jamia it’s okay. It’s just my voice. I am long gone now and I think you should move on and be happy.” I said beginning to cry again
“P-Please. It p-pains m-me to see you h-hurting.”
Very ironic because it pained her when she saw me after I was with Zacky.
“Always remember. F-Frank l-loves you.” I stuttered crying out more.
She looked down and nodded.
“I don’t know where you are or how you are doing this, or if you will remember this, but I love you too Frank. I want nothing, but the best for you.”
“You to Jamia.”
She couldn’t see me, but I was smiling wiping my tears. She smiled a little and sniffed. I stayed a bit after that watching to see if she was doing better. Once I saw her smile without my help I left, knowing she will be okay. I was automatically teleported to where I first awoken and I was face to face with Lindsey.
“How’s Jamia?” Lindsey asked concerned.
“She is going to be okay.” I smiled. Lindsey returned the smile.
“Are you going to watch the funeral?” She asked.
“Y-Yeah. I kind of want to see what happens.”
Why was I bleeding? I tried to remember what happened, but I can’t quite place a finger on it. I saw the floor disappear and I thought I was going to fall through, but to my amazement. It seemed to be a glass floor. If this is the after-life then why can I see what’s happening right now in the world?
I knelt and looked around to notice I am in the cemetery. I automatically got teleported inside the church and got a strong urge of fear. As I looked at Zacky, grabbing my hand and putting it around the knife that was in my head. Explains why I am bleeding. Also, it seems as if he is trying to make this as a suicide.
No this can’t be. I am starting to remember what happened. Zacky killed me…. Jamia! I don’t want to see her reaction to my death. Worse! I don’t want to see what Zacky will do to her. I began to cry hard as I thought of what that monster will do to her.
I turned around when I felt a cold presence near me. I wasn’t expecting Lindsey to be behind me. What is she doing here? Did Zacky kill her too? I wouldn’t doubt it if he did. He loved to hurt people, even people he somewhat cared about at least. I doubt I meant anything more than fun time to him.
“You need to get out of here Frank.” She said.
“L-Lindsey? Y-You died?” I stuttered through the tears.
She bit her lip and looked down looking nervous.
“Remember that one friend of Jamia's that went missing?”
I nodded, scared for the answer.
“W-Well Zacky killed me to prove to Jamia that she should stay away from you.”
“Well he killed me too because I loved her and he said neither of them could have me.”
She smiled a little from that.
“I was cheating on him to be with Jamia, but he wouldn’t let me go and that lead me to this. A-And.” I chocked on some tears.
“I don’t want to see what he does to the woman I love or what she does to herself.”
She knelt and pulled me into a hug. I cried onto her shoulder holding onto her tight. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to know about it. Why should I? I am dead, aren’t I?
“I am sorry Frank.” She whispered.
“But I am afraid you are forced to watch what happens next. Come find me when you have seen enough.” She says and I feel her disappear.
I wiped away my tears and looked back down. I already seen enough. I don’t want to see what happens to my sweet Jamia. It will kill me. Well from already being dead I don’t think it’s possible, but it will hurt. I will watch the most I can before I can’t take it anymore. Maybe Lindsey can make sure I don’t see anything, but pitch black.
I watched Zacky leave my body there as he ran out crying, yelling ‘what have I done?’ repeatedly. I did enjoy watching him cry and panic. Unfortunately, it was over my dead body, but I enjoyed watching him cry. I watched him run out of the cemetery. Fortunately for me, he ran into the officers who guard the cemetery at night.
He argued with the officers with what he was doing there and I wasn’t surprised they believed his lie. He said he was helping to stop a friend from committing suicide, which he was too late to stop. I physically cringed, wanting to be there right now to punch him and maybe do what he did to me.
I got taken back from that thought. Frank Iero, the non-violent decent human thought of killing someone. I wouldn’t hurt someone intentionally or for my own amusement. I wouldn’t even hurt a flower let alone a human. I would probably hurt someone if they were going to hurt someone I would care about, maybe. Other than that, I wouldn’t hurt someone.
I shook my head and continued to look. I got annoyed when Zacky got off innocent and I got off as crazy. You’ve people seen this man hit people for fun! Are you scared of him!?! I know I am and I know I am an idiot for liking him, dating him and being friends with him. Whatever. Zacky then told them my name which I think he did so my parents and Jamia would know what happened to me.
I scuffed and just watched the officers examine my body and believe what Zacky said, before they went to talk to my parents. I watched closely on this one. They had no emotion in their faces and it physically hurt me. Don’t they care their only kid is dead? Like I know I was selfish and didn’t listen, but come on. I am your child.
I heard my mother say that I should’ve listened to her and my father. I cried hearing that. I shouldn’t be crying. It’s true. I then listened to what my father said. He said that he thankful he was informed and there should be a funeral soon. The officers noted and left.
I teleported myself into my home to hear more of what they would say. I figured out how to teleport so this was easy to do.
“I can’t believe our Frankie is gone!” My mother cried as my father hugged her.
“I can’t believe it either. Suicide is farfetched and I don’t buy it. Our little Frank was a happy kid that wasn’t in the best state with Zacky, but-“ My father said stopping before he could finish the sentence.
My mother looked up with her eyes wide, full of sadness and anger.
“You don’t think?” She cried.
My father looked down nodding. My mother wasn’t too pleased with that, so she ran off and locked herself in their bedroom. Her loud sobs echoed around the house. I felt bad for my mother and father. They did the best they could to raise me right and went and messed it up by dating Zacky. Now because of something so idiotic I did I am dead now and my parents and Jamia are devastated.
I began to cry more, facing the realization I was dead and I can’t change that. I wiped my tears away a bit and looked at my father. He was holding up so far till a tear came down his cheeks. He wiped it away and sniffed.
“I got to be strong for her.” He sniffed and went to comfort my mother.
I need to give them privacy, even though me being gone is privacy enough, but I need my ghostly presence out of here. I need to see how Jamia is. I teleported myself into Jamia’s nice home and I see her there crying. Tissues everywhere and her friend Chantal, supporting her.
“I can’t believe he is gone Chantal!” She cried.
Chantal shushed her and hugged her closer.
“I don’t think he killed himself, Jamia. I think Zacky did.”
Everyone believes he did it, but they are too afraid to admit it. Soon everyone will actually think it’s the way Zacky said it.
“I know Zacky did it!” She yelled.
“Can you please give me a few minutes on my own Chantal?” Chantal nodded and got up. She walked into the kitchen, leaving Jamia in a ball on her ornate couch.
“Come back to me Frank.” She cried out.
“I would love to Jamia.” She jumped up and looked around scared.
Can you hear me? I didn’t think it’s possible.
“Jamia it’s okay. It’s just my voice. I am long gone now and I think you should move on and be happy.” I said beginning to cry again
“P-Please. It p-pains m-me to see you h-hurting.”
Very ironic because it pained her when she saw me after I was with Zacky.
“Always remember. F-Frank l-loves you.” I stuttered crying out more.
She looked down and nodded.
“I don’t know where you are or how you are doing this, or if you will remember this, but I love you too Frank. I want nothing, but the best for you.”
“You to Jamia.”
She couldn’t see me, but I was smiling wiping my tears. She smiled a little and sniffed. I stayed a bit after that watching to see if she was doing better. Once I saw her smile without my help I left, knowing she will be okay. I was automatically teleported to where I first awoken and I was face to face with Lindsey.
“How’s Jamia?” Lindsey asked concerned.
“She is going to be okay.” I smiled. Lindsey returned the smile.
“Are you going to watch the funeral?” She asked.
“Y-Yeah. I kind of want to see what happens.”
Notes
okay so yes there is going to be a part 3 to this. I honestly think I could've done better and waited one more chapter until I reviled Frank was dead which you should have picked up on the hints of it in the first two chapters didn't I am hurt :l I am just kidding just read closely. I drop hints in these chapters for the next chapter :)
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8/9/17