Cemetery Gates

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Song of the chapter: Cemetery Gates, Pantera.

"Reven, you're going to be late for school!"
I get up hearing my mother calling for me. There is no point, I never go to school anyways. I just skip and go to the cemetery.

"REVEN BAKER, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!"
"I'm coming!" I yell back.

I go to my dresser to change. my room is really plain. All I have is a twin size bed, a plain wooden dresser and a a picture of my brother before he died... before they drained him...

Let me explain:
Every night there is a curfew. we all have to go find shelter and stay there until the sun comes up. Monroeville holds a secrete from the rest of the world. no one is aloud to move here and no one is aloud to leave. there is a fence guarding the whole town. the only people who live here have been here sense they were born. The town was built in 1824. they say that's when the outbreak started but no one really knows. it started with one death every week or so, then it led to twice a night. soon everyone would wake up to find someone they loved laying motionless on a sidewalk, bleeding from their necks. that's when people started fleeing. the mayor built the wall to keep the citizens inside. back in the 1950s we tried to start a war agents the mayor so we could be free from all of this. we lost. I however, was born in 1999, my brother was born in 1990.
One day we went for a walk. I was only ten at the time. I was crying because I hated all of this. he was comforting me, telling me everything was gonna be okay. it was the biggest lie I've ever heard in my life.

We walked all the way to end of town, where the fence is. we stayed there for hours. once I started to calm down we decided to go home before it gets dark. A guard stopped us, saying that it's illegal to be over there at this time. He also accused us of stealing government property. My brother tried to reason with him, saying that we didn't know and that it wouldn't happen again. The guard said that there would be punishment for my brother. sense I was only 10 at the time, all I got was a fair warning, but my brother was sentenced to staying a night away from our shelter. They tried to tell me that he had a chance, and that it was just basic punishment. it wasn't. no matter what they tried to tell me, I will always know the truth. it was murder. We never found his body.

Life will never be the same without my brother. I used to always call him my guardian. he would protect from my family. every time I felt worthless and done with this place, he would always comfort me and play his guitar. he would also sing me to sleep with this song he wrote. I still remember the lyrics plain as day.

"Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost. its empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over..."

I didn't realize I was crying until my mom pushed through my door.
"Reven Elise Baker, get the fuck down here now!"
"Okay sorry.." I say walking down our plain white staircase. everything in our house is plain white. even the way we dress is just plain grey and white. I'm the only one who wears color here. my brother did too but as my family tries to tell me: that's all in the past. They have completely forgotten about him. I am the only one who visits his grave, who prays about hi every night, who talks about him like he's still here. I guess I really should let go. I won't.

"You don't have time for breakfast, so just go! Get out! You'll be late." my mom basically pushes me out the door. I never go to school anyways. I just get on the bus so it looks like I went. I also hang out with my best friend, Mikey. I can relate to him because his brother also lost his life to those things. he's never told me what happened to hi but I remember seeing him walk around school. well, back when I went to school. I stopped doing that when my brother died. all I remember from Mikey's brother was that he had dark raven black hair and he always wore red and black. it seemed like he wouldn't wear anything else. I think his name started with a G? I'm not sure, but I don't want to ask Mikey. He's been through enough as it is, just to be reminded of his past.

Once I get off the bus, I head straight to my locker. nowadays, I only use it as a storage for my sketchbooks and pencils. I have a deep passion for art. my dream is to be a professional creepypasta artist. (a/n idk if that's a real thing but I don't care)
I start putting my sketchbooks in my bag when I feel a tap on my shoulder,

"Hey Reven!" It's Mikey. it's really strange seeing him this perky. Normally he's hiding behind his glasses and vary couscous of everything he does. I smile widely at him

"Hey Mikes! You look really happy! What's up?"

"I'm finally getting my eye surgery! I've been waiting forever!" He explains.

"Dude, that's awesome! You've been wanting that for as long as I can remember. I'm really happy for you man." I say. I'm pretty shocked he's finally getting it done. people of Monroeville can't offered much, and plus, the mayor has been trying to keep us all here for decades. we can't really go anywhere or do anything special. I've never even been outside of Monroeville, let alone out of state. Mikey's family have probably been saving up for years for this to happen.

"I know! I've been saving up sense Ger......" He trails off. 'Oh shit, I shouldn't have said anything.' I think to myself. Mikey goes from happy, to his head down and a poker face latched on to it. Mikey tends to hind his emotions through his poker face. I've tried to talk to him about it but that just makes things worse. I mean, I love Mikey. he is all I have left. but he has his demons just like me. only I know how to shut them out.

"I'm so sorry Mikey..." I start to rub his arm, it always seems to calm him down. "Your brother wouldn't want you to get upset. he loved you, Mikey." he looks up at me.
"Thank you, Reven. right now I don't know what I would do without you." he half smile.
"You'd probably be doing Ray." I joke. he nervously laughs -another one of his habits- and smirks at me. "well Baker, for your information, I already do that." We both laugh and then the bell rings.

"Whelp, I'm gonna go head to the cemetery. I'll see you later Mikes." I say, walking away but he then stops me.
"Wait, Reven!"

"Yes?"

"I...uh..." he scratches his head nervously. "uh.. have fun.."

"Uh.. thanks man." I say awkwardly. he then just kinda runs to class.

I head off to the cemetery. once I get there I go to the top of the hill and drop the my knees next to the gravestone initialed: Zachary James Baker, 1990-2007. even though they never found his body, they wanted to give his family closure. I'm the only one who really cared about him. the rest of the family didn't even bother to attend his funeral. only me, my mom and dad, Mikey and His brother came. my mother and father have completely forgotten about him. they tell me everyday that he's just I piece of the past. he was my brother and best friend. I will never consider him, "just a piece of the past".

"Hey Zacky." I start, tears already pricking my eyes.
"i miss you so much big brother. I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry. it's all my fault. I know you told me not to blame myself for this but we both knew it was my fault. they tell me you brought your fate on yourself but you didn't. I did. I love you so much. I want to join you. you don't know how much I've given up on everything. I just want to be out of the picture for good. I'm just scared for Mikey. he has no one and I don't know how he would feel to know that his friend committed suicide. hi does have Ray and Brian though. so I guess it wouldn't matter as much. I've reached a breaking point. I will join you. tonight. I will..."

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Ell0!! New book! Sorry this sucks but I suck at starting story's. and I know this was pretty depressing but don't worry, it will get happier.

In other news, I would like to tell XxxxMikeyxxxX that she will not be mean in this book. (random best friend shit)

So that's all I got for now! Later!
_Kat Gates

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