✤ The grave below the flowers ✤ (CRAIG OF THE CREEK)

The scout n' me

Craig went back to the bed after seeing the grave one last time.

Jason hadn't woken up to Craig's relief, unless he was only pretending to sleep and was wondering where Craig was for who knows how long.

Craig gripped the top of the blanket and placed his knee on the queen sized mattress to climb himself back in bed, he landed himself perfectly next to Jason.

Now he could lay down and lull himself back to sleep, forget the high chance she's there.

No, no...He didn't dig up Jason's mother's grave. He never hallucinated her and he didn't treat Jason like shit for it. What was he talking about?

Everything was normal, when did it stop being normal?

Hours later

He turned himself over towards Jason, he looked over Jason's face. He stared delicately at his face, more specifically his forehead, temple and cheek.

He couldn't go back to sleep like how he wanted.

Jason's eyelids dropped and his face was blank, how was he glowing and it was only 4 in the morning?

Maybe he was always glowing like that and Craig never noticed, or maybe he didn't want to notice back then.

Maybe instead of sleeping, Craig could just admire the little things Craig never knew he found so pretty about Jason.

No, that was creepy.

He aimed his vision away from Jason. He stared at random furniture in Jason's room. That was a mistake.

Maybe it was tiredness, but as he stared, his eyes shaped and morphed a simple backpack on the closet door as her.

He tried staring at the ceiling.

The ceiling fan wasn't welcoming his stare either, it changed itself into eyes blinking at Craig. The longer Craig stared the more bloodshot and dead the eyes looked.

He shut his eyes, out of sight out of mind.

Out of sight out of mind.

Out of sight out of mind.

Craig wasn't hallucinating.

Craig wasn't traumatised in his friend's backyard.

She didn't stalk his mind.

She was dead.

She's dead.

The next morning

Craig fell asleep around 7 in the morning.

But ended up waking up at 7:30.

After 3 hours of trying to go back to sleep, mainly cause Jason wasn't up yet. He gave up trying and sat upwards.

To his surprise, Jason wasn't in bed.

He didn't hear the shower going off so maybe he was preparing breakfast?

Craig slid out of the bed and made his way out the bedroom, the first room he wanted to check was the kitchen. He didn't smell anything cooking but he figured to check.

He walked the halls looking around at the furniture he could have bumped into or knocked over last night. As he was preparing himself to walk down the stairs, there was already someone else walking up them.

Craig tried searching his mind for who the woman was walking up the stairs and staring up at him, "Do I know you?"She raised her thinning eyebrow taking a step down the stairs, she plucked one last eyebrow strand while taking a quick look at herself in her compact mirror.