A Second Chance

Chapter 6

 Susan thought a lot about the dream the next few days. Everything seemed so real and now she could see the whole journey perfectly in her head. Had this really all been pretend like she claimed it was?

 The days went on just like normal, but one day after school, Thursday to be specific, she felt the need to visit the cemetery. She had had her family buried here in Finchley. She felt that's where they would have wanted to be rather than America where none of them could consider their real home.

 So after school she went home and slipped into a long black skirt and sweater. She stopped by the market on the way to pick up a bouquet of flowers. They were roses, red roses, but there was a single pink one hidden among the bunch. She decided to save that one for Lucy.

 She first stopped at Her parents graves, which were right beside one another. Helen C. Pevensie and Frank W. Pevensie. The headstones read. She missed her parents dearly. Oh how they had loved her, even when she had changed from the imaginative little Susan to the sensible grown-up Miss Pevensie. Susan pulled two roses out of the bouquet and laid them at the graves.

 Then she came to Peter's grave. The headstone tall and handsome just like he had been. K. Peter. M. His headstone said, just like how he, and the other two, had always signed their letters. Susan used to sign hers the same way, but over time she found it more reasonable to simply sign it as Susan. Edmund's read K. Edmund. J. and Lucy's was the same: Q. Lucy. V. What a valiant young girl she had been indeed. Susan was sure that if she had entered Narnia all by herself for the first time she wouldn't have had the courage to run off and explore like Lucy had. And Edmund, once a traitor but then a King of Justice. How he had certainly turned around! Susan wondered if she could ever have such a drastic change as he. If she had believed would Aslan have had mercy and spared them? But there was no point in thinking of these things anymore. Her siblings were gone and there was nothing she could do to bring them back.

 She laid a rose at each of their graves, the pink one at Lucy's. There was one extra rose. It was small and starting to wilt. Just like me. Susan thought. Her family had been blooming with life while she just wasted her's on parties and lipstick. How could I let my life come to this? Susan asked herself. She was wilting. She was losing all grasp of her life, she didn't know what to do with her life now that her family was all gone. Nothing had brought her joy since last seeing them. She hadn't been completely at peace until her dream... but it couldn't be real, could it? Susan didn't know what to believe.

 "Aslan!" Susan cried in a hoarse whisper. She sat on her knees in front of her siblings graves. "Aslan if you're real please just give me some sort of proof!" Drops of rain began to sprinkle the earth. "Please, Aslan, I need to know." She whispered. She looked up at the sky and for a split second she thought she saw a dove, but then the clouds moved and covered up the bird. Susan swallowed the lump in her throat and stood up.

When she got home she filled up a vase of water and picked up the rose to put it in.

 "Ouch!" She had poked her finger with a thorn. "Mmm!" She huffed, frustrated. She put the rose into the water, hoping it would be restored to the beautiful flower it used to be.