To Your Grave I spoke
Chapter is Life
I woke up that morning and looked at the rose on my bedside table. He had given it to me for the year we'd been together. It was beautiful. But As I looked at it I felt a sudden rush of sadness, although I didn't know why.
"Issabelle" My mom said. "Issabelle come here honey." I looked at her warily, I see tears and a sugar coated voice.
"What's Wrong?" I asked as she hugged me to her.
"Honey it's Marc." I stiffened in fear and realization. "He was killed in a car crash last night."
"No!" I screamed pushing away from her, crying so hard I was blind, and running towards my car.
"Come back Issabelle." My mom said, running after me. I collapsed to the ground on the gravel.
"No, no no!" I cried. We were only 16. He couldn't be gone. I loved him. My dad came over and lifted me up and carried me to the house.
"Crystil who is that?" My cousin Mariette asked. She had been devastated by her brothers death. I looked where she pointed. I saw a lonely girl wearing a little black dress that matched her jet-black hair. She was also holding a single rose in her hand.
"I'm not sure." I answered, confused. She looked familiar. I got up and walked over to her. "You shouldn't just show up at someone's funeral." I accused.
"I'm sorry Crys." She sounded like she was broken.
"Issabelle?" I asked in wonder. "What happened to your hair?" I really wanted to ask what had happened to her.
"I dyed it black." She stated quietly.
"You can come sit by Marie and I if you want." I offered dazedly. I noticed that the rose she gripped tightly in her hand still had the thorns on it. Her hand was bleeding, the blood looked like tears.
"No. She doesn't know me and I won't intrude." And she walked away.
"Who was it?" Marie asked.
"It was Issabelle." I answered
"Iss? Marc's Girlfriend?"
"I thought she was blonde and smiley."
"Why'd she change?"
"Why do you think?"
"They were sixteen, she can't have…."
"Well apparently she did" I snapped cutting her off.
"She'll forget about him."
"She's not like that," I said testily." If she loved him she'll never let go."
It was a closed casket funeral. I was glad. I don't think I could bare to see him like that. I'd never really stopped crying. I couldn't stop. He shouldn't be gone. How could he do this to me?
School started again. Being there without him was torture. My friends reached out to me but I pushed them away. After school everyday I'd go sit by his grave.
"She comes here everyday?"
"Yes Marie, everyday rain or shine." The pastor said.
"I've never seen her here on Sundays."
"She comes after everyone leaves. School days she's here from four until dark or later. And weekends she's here all day."
"I guess so. Do you know why she comes?"
"No. She never speaks to anyone. If one of the staff goes out there she leaves until they're gone. But she always sits by the same grave."
"Unhealthy and unhappy?" Yeas we've noticed. Every day it seems she's skinnier, paler and she never seems to stop crying."
"May I go talk to her?"
"That's up to you."
I heard someone walk in. I ignored them, but they seemed to be coming straight towards me. I looked up and saw his sister standing there.
"I' I'm sorry." I said scrambling to grab my books.
"Don't be." She said. "You sit here everyday?"
I hesitated but then told the truth. "Yes. Why?"
"Just wondering. Be here Friday night." And she walked away.
It was Friday. I went home and locked myself in my bedroom. I looked at the gun in my hands It could end it. All the pain of the last two months. But then I saw the rose etched into the handle and his words came to mind. "Suicide is stupid. Why would you kill yourself?" So I threw the gun down, and ran. I ran until I got to the graveyard. I sat by his grave crying.
She looked like crap and yet still as beautiful as I remembered. Marie and Crys had been right, she was a wreck. She was skinnier than her twelve year old sister, pale as a ghost, had dyed her hair black, and was wearing clothes to match. And it had only been two months.
I had said I wasn't going to tell anyone but my sister and cousin that I was alive. I had only come tonight because Crys had demanded that I see what I had done to her by doing this. But now….I had to talk to her.
"Iss?" I'd know that voice anywhere but it couldn't be. I spun around.
"Marc!" I said. I froze then threw my arms around him as he held me close.
"What's going on?" I asked not willing to move from his arms. "I thought you died."
"It's a secret. I'm not even supposed to let you know I'm alive." He replied as we sat next to his grave.
"What have you done to yourself?" He asked brushing my hair from my face and looking into my eyes. "It's only been two months and look at you."
"You left me." I said. "You left, I thought you were dead and that was more than I could take." I replied leaning my head against his shoulder.
"I'm sorry. Crys and Marie said you come here everyday?"
"Yea, I do."
"I don't really know." I replied honestly.
"What's this?" He asked pointing to the single dried rose.
"It's the rose you gave me." I answered tiredly. "It was all I had left."
"I'm so sorry Iss. I can meet you here every Friday night now that you know."
"Okay." I said falling asleep now that I was at peace in his arms.
"I love you." He said.
"I love you too."