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Cemetery Drive

What happens at a Cemetery prt 3

My funeral is today. I never thought I would have one at the age of 19 and even worse; I never thought I would be witnessing it. I could say funerals are sad and depressing, but in my eyes, they are beautiful. Like birth. You are happy to see new life come into the world, while the dead are happy to leave the world to rest in peace.

I see Cemeteries and Hospitals the same. They both help the living and give them the ending people want. For example, cemeteries give the perfect ending for people afraid to live, so when they die, they rest in peace and go on to their own heaven. Hospitals on the other hand give people who are afraid to die chances to live longer, by checking their state and see what they must do to live longer.

It’s quite scary to think of something so terrifying to the eyes of many as something beautiful, but then again people do find Hospitals terrifying as well; and that is from both afraid of living and death. No one sees things the way I do, which makes people worry for my sanity. I am not crazy, I just have a weird taste in things.

I could say the same about them not appreciating the beauty that is life and death. Coming from a dead person you would say I find death beautiful after I died, but that’s not true. I found death beautiful, before I was killed. They are peaceful and breath taking. Unless you are already dead, then there’s no breath to take away.

I still find hard to believe I am dead and long gone from the earth, yet I can still see what is happening. I don’t question it; I want to see what is happening. From me being gone things have changed which pains me to see. It’s like if I was never born everyone would be okay. Then when I think about how much I affected the ones I was close to it shows I was important.

I wouldn’t say important as if you were popular, just important to a small group of people who cared so much about you. Things happen for a reason, right? Maybe me being killed by Zacky was to show to people to not be afraid, to not betray, to love. I guess. Although, I want to hurt Zacky for ruining our lives, but I can’t. You get what everyone gets. You get a lifetime. For me I only got 19 years.

When I think about it. If I didn’t meet Zacky first and I met Jamia first. Would I be dead? Or would the same thing happen with her killing me instead? I can’t deny that thought didn’t hurt me. Jamia is too innocent to hurt someone. I think it would’ve been the same ending for me. Zacky getting upset cause he can’t have me and Jamia crying because she loved me.

I hope Jamia moves on soon. I don’t want to see her crying over me anymore, it hurts too much. She is a sweet girl who didn’t deserve me or anything that Zacky did to her. She is better off with someone else who wasn’t dating a maniac and her at the same time. Before I entirely leave this earth, I want to know if she is okay. I want to know who she ends up with and if he will take care of her.

For right now I don’t know how much longer I have left. Lindsey told me after I watch my funeral she was going to talk to me. Now I know nothing about her, but the way she said it I don’t think it was a good thing. I hope it’s a good thing.

My train of thoughts were stopped when I was teleported on top of the cemetery looking down at my grave. I look closely noticing my grave was hidden in the back of the church with only a few people there. I looked closer and the first three people I noticed were my parents crying, with my mother holding flowers and my beautiful Jamia crying. Even through the tears I found her beautiful. I noticed Jamia was holding a book and a rose.

I shed a tear from seeing how sad they were. I lowered myself so I could see who else was there. Luckily Zacky wasn’t there. I saw Chantal, Kitty and Frances all there comforting Jamia and my parents. I smiled a bit, knowing Jamia has the best of girlfriends. Yes, I used that word, get over it. I looked over and saw Chantal’s husband Jimmy resting his head on top of hers as he looked at my grave. Sadness written all over his face.

I turned over to my right and saw a priest about to say a prayer. Will, I see the wake as well? I hope I do. I moved away a bit and sat on my tombstone and the priest began. He said a beautiful goodbye prayer and wished my spirit good luck in the after-life and as for those grieving from my loss. He wishes them best of luck and will soon carry on with their lives.

After the priest finished with his praying, my parents walked up and sat down the flowers they brought. I had to lift my legs up so they wouldn’t feel my cold presence. They already have enough to worry about and my cold presence shouldn’t be one.

Jamia stepped up, clutching onto the book as it was the thing keeping her alive. She gently placed it and put the rose on top. Chantal and Jimmy brought flowers as well. Jimmy isn’t the one to do that, but he did. Kitty and Frances didn’t have flowers, but they had my favorite suit and tie and placed it. Jamia must’ve told them I liked that red tie with my white dress shirt and black dress pants.

After they dropped off what they brought me the priest said one more prayer and everyone left. I wanted to go and follow them, but Zacky caught my eye. Why was he here? If you do a crime don’t come back to the scene of the crime. I didn’t want to look at this monster. I stood up on my grave, ready to leave, but he started to speak which caught my attention.

“You got what you deserve.” He spat.

I got triggered and launched myself to him pushing him to the ground. Now he can’t see me, but he can feel what I am doing.

“What is going on!” He panicked trying to escape me.

I grabbed onto his leg and pulled him out of the cemetery. I know I said he gets what everyone gets, which is a lifetime, but I am far gone and I taking advantage of my ability to scare him.

“Help!!!!” He yelled.

Luckily it was late at night, so no one was there to hear him. I dragged him for a mile to the river. I was going to drown him, I was just going to throw him in the water and pray the fish got him.

“I hate your guts Zacky and I want to hurt you, but I would do that. I am a decent dead person. You get what everyone else gets. You get a lifetime, but you took that from me. All I can do is throw you into the river.”

Zacky panicked from hearing my voice coming out of nowhere. He began to squirm and cry which made me feel good. I know it’s a bad thing to feel when you are about throw someone into the river, but how awful this person is I have no choice. I grabbed both of his legs and lifted myself a bit to drop him into the river.

“I am sorry Frank! Please don’t do this to me!” He cried

I laughed at his begging. He wasn’t getting out of this.

“You killed me and took me away from Jamia the woman I loved and you’re begging me to spare yours? Have you learned nothing from killing Lindsey and me?”

He didn’t respond to that. He just closed his eyes, ready for what he deserves. I wasn’t a bad guy, so I lowered myself a bit from how high off the ground I was. As soon as I was a good distance that it won’t kill him, I dropped him. He yelled and fell with a splash. It wasn’t loud, so he was okay. He swam to the top, then went to swim back to the rocks at the front of the river.

“I got to stay away from that haunted Cemetery!” He yelled running away.

Haunted you say? It will be my pleasure to run the Cemetery. It’s my home.

Notes

I would love some feedback on this!!! :D

xojordan

Comments

@My-FluffFrerard
I'm glad you've taken a liking to my stories and good you know my struggle with marching band. I hope to update soon. Bye! :D

I love this story so much as well as the others. I'm also in marching band and volleyball at the same time too, so I understand! Can't wait to see more! :D

@Three.cheers.for.sweet.frerard
Hey it's fine don't worry, I'm sorry for reading and then forgetting to comment, fabulous chapter by the way. I'm so happy that Bert has gone, but just worried that he might come back. And I feel really sorry for Frank because he can barely feel emotions still. Great update though. :)

@The pink flamingos return
Sorry for responding late DX Either way it would've still had the big tension but not as big cause in the next chapter what I originally had planned was just a straight "oh shit he's alive" I do prefer the way I ended up writing it anyways. Anygay I'm glad you're looking forward for next updates. See ya soon :P

@Three.cheers.for.sweet.frerard
Oh, the alternative did sound good but I prefer the ending you wrote because of all the masses of tension that it built up before going: oh, wait. He's still alive.
I will definitely stick around and looking forward to the next chapter. :)