Act 1
Chapter 1
Waking up to a soft subtle breeze creeping through the open window. The fresh air is such a sweet surprise. Slowly I crawl out of bed, quickly stretch and then turn to fix the mess of pillows and blankets I had made in my sleep. I grab out a change of clothes as I walk into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror as I brush my teeth I can’t help but notice how white my hair has became, I’m not even 30 and my hair is white. Also, is it just me or do my eyes get greener every day? They look like ever green trees, a cool green with a ring of deep hazel around my pupils. I must be going crazy.
After brushing my teeth and attempting to brush my hair I changed into a clean pair of faded blue jeans and a plain black v-neck shirt, the shirt worked well to show my strong build. Once I made a quick stop in the fridge to grab an ice coffee to go I headed out the door and to my car, then realising I left my keys on top of the fridge, heading back I also pinched a muesli bar from the kitchen bench. Let’s try this again, heading out the door for the second time. This time locking it and walking over to, my car, the Red Rebel. What better car is there than a glossy red Chevy Impala ’60? Nothing!
I get in the car and put the key in the ignition. Listen to that baby purr. I just sat there for a minute fiddling around with my iPhone before finding a good playlist. Then finally take off just as Black Magic Woman starts playing. Driving isn’t too bad this morning, it’s 8:30 and the traffic isn’t half bad. Turning a few corners and taking a few back streets and I’m there. Pulling over and sitting in my car for a minute.
Listening to the end of The Dam At Otter Creek before turning off the car, taking a deep breath and stepping out on to the luscious green grass. I never could quite understand how the grass always stays so green even when death is just six feet under it. Maybe they paint it green? Well that’s contemplation for later; after all I’m not here to think about the grass, no matter how much I wish I was.
I strolled straight over to her head stone.
Dawn Wolf
2nd of June 1972 – 18th of December 2011.
Loving wife to Asher Wolf.
Dedicated mother to Coal and Ebony Wolf.
Taken before her time.
I’m Coal Wolf by the way. Dawn was my mother; she died in a car accident when I was 20. That was 7 years ago now.
“Happy Birthday Mum.” I whispered as I placed a fake flower by her head stone. If she were still alive today she’d be 46 years old.
I visit her every year on her birthday and on the day she died. I won’t lie, some days it’s hard to cope and sometimes I miss her so much it hurts, but I’ve finally came to accepting how it is and that this is how it will always be. I remember for the first month after she died I wouldn’t leave my apartment, I wouldn’t allow any visitors and I pretty much shut every one out and stayed in bed all day every day, sleeping and eating. I remember I had the song Over You by Miranda Lambert on constant replay and I’d sit in bed drunk off my head crying. I was so depressed, I didn’t even go to her funeral, because in my head she wasn’t dead, she was just away and going to her funeral would mean she’s actually gone. Ebony and my dad called nonstop the days leading up trying to get me to go, but I just couldn’t accept she left me. It wasn’t until dad literally dragged me out of my apartment to his car and took me to her grave, not giving me a choice to go or not. He threw me in front of her headstone and I looked up at it and just screamed. “How dare you!? How could you leave me? How dare you go and leave me here?!” I completely broke down. Dad just stood back and watched in shock, he’d never seen me so broken before. I’d lost people, but losing mum was hard, really hard. I was so close to her closer to her than anyone else.
