Raising the Dead

Chapter 2: Memories

It all came back like a punch in the face. Sure, I had blocked it from my mind, but why couldn't I at least remember to not walk down that alley? My whole body was numb, and I couldn't move. I was just staring at the cemetery with a blank expression which contained a fearful memory.

Before I knew what was happening, I started shaking from fear, until I collapsed on the ground. After what seemed like hours, I awoke. I pulled myself up to the wall of the alley, slinking into the shadows.

I couldn't go home. Going home meant walking past the cemetery, and I did NOT want to do that. Plus, if I went the other way I would have to walk down the street where all the drunks go at this late of an hour. I didn't even think about how worried my mom was right now. I looked over at the cemetery again, and the memories started flowing. The only difference was, this time I was actually conscious, and able to listen to them. Finally, my brain hit a memory that I had not bothered to remember.

Flashback

I was five. It was an average sunny, summer morning, and I had just come down in my Cinderella nightgown. I was cheerful, because about a week before I had gotten a new goldfish, named Nemo. I know, very original. Even though I was just five, I wanted to show that I was responsible. So I would wake up every morning bright and early, to feed my fish. I walked over my fish tank, and looked at my little fish, and it wasn't moving. At first I tried to wake it up by screaming...

"Fishy, Fishy, Wakey, Wakey, I have FOOD for youuuuuuu!"

After several attempts of screaming, my dad came down. He tried to tell me that he was sorry, and that my fish was dead, and that he would get me a new one. In a desperete attempt to save my beloved fish, I pushed the top over as much as I could, and stuck my hand in screaming.

"NEMOOOOOOOOOO, COME BACK TO LIFE, EAT YOUR FOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I poked the fish over, and over again but it stayed dead. After a while my dad left the room, because he got sick of me crying. I wiped my eyes, and looked at my dead little fish. I remembered all the fun times we had together in that short week and I wished with all my heart that he would come back to life. I touched my fish again and it started coming back to life, then stoped, and before I knew it, my little fish was happily swimming around the tank again. I never thought anything of this incedent, only that it was a random miracle, but it wasn't. I had made it happen.

Present Time

I decided to muster some courage, and try to walk home. I slowly got up and made my way down the street, trying not to look at the cemetery. Sadly, my eyes wandered over to it, and my legs started to wobble. I started to feel lightheaded, so I looked away. I could swear I say that girl from five years ago, but it was just my imagination. I started to run, I just wanted to get home. 

Was that whispers I heard? No probably just my imagination acting up again. 

Finally I reached my landing and, thrusted my key through the door violently until it clicked, and I practically rammed the door down.

"Yes, she's 5'8, has auburn hair, green eyes, is-"

"Oh never mind, she just got back." she slammed the phone onto the dock, and looked at my with eyes that said one word. You're dead. 

She was so worried, she called the police. THE FRIGGIN POLICE!!!

She interrupted me with a stern look, "We have a lot to talk about young lady." she growled.