Chapter 22
✾Zak✾
Vera didn’t respond to me when I asked her if I could come in. “Vera?” I called once more but I didn’t get anything. I heard a quiet muffling through the door. “I’m coming in.” I told her and phased through the door. When I came through the door Vera was sitting there on her bed with a journal crying.
“D-don’t cry Vera. Please don’t cry. I don’t know what to do when I girl cries.” I panicked quickly going over to her.
“You saw your own death and didn’t even know it.” She chocked out wiping her tears on her arm.
‘I saw my own death? What?’ I looked down at the journal that was on the bed and there was a picture that I drew. That was the first thing I saw after I died. I remembered looking down at this exact image of myself. The sound of the heart monitor ringing in my head. It was the moment I died. That was the image I drew so long ago. “It’s okay Vera. You don’t have to cry. It happened a long time ago. It’s alright.” I tried to comfort her.
“Why did something like this have to happen to you?” She asked me.
“I was able to save someone else’s life. I’m sure that little girl grew up strong.” I answered. They came to my funeral and a few years after that the little girl and her family came to my grave and placed flowers on it.
Whenever I went for a walk through the woods I always ended up at the graveyard and going to my grave. It was nice to see people visiting me. If only they could see me. I always seemed to miss mom and dad coming after they moved away. I wish I knew where they went I would keep trying to get them to see me. I want to apologize to them. I want to tell them I love them.
“But you were killed because of it.” Vera said crying harder.
“But if I hadn’t of died we would have never met and become friends.” I mentioned trying to get her to cheer up.
“I know but still. It’s just not fair.” She started to calm down.
“Of course you find the one journal where it has a sand ending.” I chuckled a little. After she had gotten down to sniffles she picked my old journal back up and flipped to the front pages.
“It wasn’t all sad, look you had dreams about me and my mom moving in. You even drew me.” She said showing me one of the pictures that I drew of her when I was alive. “You draw so beautifully.” She said turning the journal back to her and flipping through it.
My glasses fogged up a little. ‘I’m glad she hasn’t found my sketch book…’ I thought to myself. There were a lot of drawing of her in my sketch books and of us…kissing… “Stupid glasses.” I muttered pulled my completely fogged up glasses off and cleaning off the lenses so I could see through them again. “Your more beautiful in person though.” I told her and her face just went beat red.
“C-come on now you don’t mean that.” She laughed sheepishly. “Especially since I’ve been crying. I look terrible.”
I shook my head and fiddled with my glasses. “You are beautiful even when you’re crying. Your so nice and sweet and kind and loveable…” I cut myself short and instantly looked down at my feet. I really need to stop babbling. Thank god she can’t here my thoughts. I’ve liked her before I’ve known her. I would have spent my entire life looking for her. So I guess there are some perks to what happened on that day.
If only I could actually feel her skin against mine. If only I could hold her, catch her when she falls, protect her for things that make her scared or makes her cry. I’m so happy that I got to meet her. I wish I could be with her. But I guess I’ll have to settle with just being her best friend that’s a ghost.
