“All
of your friends are in your head because all your life the real
people have told you that you aren't good enough for them. I know how
you feel, I am the exact same way, so if you want I'll be the ghost
haunting you and you can be the shadow following me. That way neither
of us have to be alone again,” She whispered to the statue at the
gate of Lilac Cemetery every single time she passed. Then she walks
straight to the headstone of Andrew Montgomery, an old friend of hers
who died of suicide when he was seventeen.
As
she reads the epitaph she begins to weep because his parents chose a
stanza of one of her poems, her favorite in fact:
Andrew
Montgomery
July
13, 1995- October 15, 2012
Rage,
Rage little star
why
can't I be the one so far?
Anything
to get away
from
this hell begging me to stay.
“Andrew,
you always wanted to be among the stars, and now you got your wish. I
love you still even though the others have forgotten you and
everything you went through for us. God, everyone said you were the
one going places, not me. Andrew, nothing is the same without you.
Why did you even do it? I thought we always said that we had each
other so that this type of thing wouldn't happen! Andrew! How could
you?” As she screams through sad little sobs her love's ghost
stands behind her with a look of torment in his eye.
He
stands tall, facing the stone knowing what he must do, “Baby, I had
to. They were going to take you instead. Everyone would have thought
that you were the druggie, they would have hated you for things you
didn't do. And then, Baby, then I would have died anyway because life
isn't worth anything without you. Especially if I know that I could
have stopped it in anyway.” He speaks calmly even though she'll
never hear him and he knows that. “Babygirl, my sweet, sweet
Babygirl, I love you. Please pick your head up for me.” Slowly, as
he speaks he gets on his knees and wraps his safe arms around her.
She feels something, though she doesn't know what, cold around her
and shutters in her place.
With
a sigh she mutters, “I know angels are always by my side. That's
why I am still alive, but Andrew, oh Andrew... I love you.”
Right
on cue, her alarm clock goes off and Savannah wakes up from her third
terrible dream. Three nights in a row she had tasted the salt in her
tears when she awoke. God, how could anyone live like that. On her
way to the bus stop she runs into Andrew -alive- and hugs him with
tears in her eyes. “What's wrong, Baby?” He asks as he pulls her
tight and close. Though as he does so, he tripped into the road. An
on coming car was going too fast and didn't have time to stop for
them. It ran right over them. Neither felt any pain and both were
instantly gone. At least she would cry no more tears and he had
nothing left to fear.
It's
such a shame that he knew the person driving that stupid red Nissan
car that ran them over. And it's so sad to think that he was going to
die that day anyway, just to save her life even if it did absolutely
nothing other than postpone her own departure. I hope they are happy
together wherever they may be. And I will forever remember them and
send my poor enslaved heart their way.
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