The Weave

The Weave of Resurrection

"Why did you kill me, this is your fault why would you do this?" Said Kaitlyn. "I'm sorry but I didn't mean to kill you, I meant to kill laquandra!" I replied. The little Girl Scout stared at me crying. "This is your fault!" *BEEP BEEP BEEP* I sat up. My head rushed from sitting up too quick. I reached over hit the snooze on my alarm clock. I tried to go back to sleep but I just couldn't. I layed in bed with my eyes closed just thinking. It's been a year and I'm still having these damn dreams. "GIRL GET UP" Yequisha came running in yelling. She scraped mascara on my eyelids. "Oh my goodness what are you doing what is happening?!" She looked at me astonished. "You...forgot?!" I was so confused. "You...FORGOT?!?" I was still confused. "Today's the Fall Out Boy concert silly!"  She reached over to continue scraping mascara onto my eyelids but I stopped her. "I can get ready on my own. I'm 14 now you know, I'm going into high school, I can take care of my self."  I probably sounded stubborn but I honestly didn't care at this point, my dream already ruined my day and filled it with poisonous guilt. "All right little miss 'I'm 14' just don't forget who rules and pays for this house, cause that would me, miss 'I'm 26.'" She pointed to herself proudly. I rolled my eyes and she skipped out of the room. I rubbed off the mascara and got dressed. I went into the kitchen and sat at the the table, Yequisha happily pranced around and poured me cereal. She sat across from me and smiled, then I gave a struggling smile. She looked confused. "Why so down kiddo?" She asked. I was reluctant to tell her the truth, I know today, laquandra is probably the last thing she wants to hear about, same with Kaitlyn. "Oh, nothing." I say. She looks at me, "seriously you think after I've known you for 10 years that I'm just gonna believe that? What's really wrong?" She wasn't gonna quit. "I-I had a dream," I looked down to avoid eye contact," I had a dream about Kaitlyn. She was accusing me of being the cause of her death which, in a way, I am." I kept avoiding eye contact. Yequisha sighed. "I knew it would happen, he told me it would." I looked up at her. "You what?" I couldn't believe she knew. "The old man told me you would experience excessive forms of guilt for being the cause of death for the chosen one." I ran to my room without even thinking and grabbed the weave out of my night stand drawer. I ran back. "This can help right? Maybe we can resurrect her?!" I probably sounded insane. "Hey, be careful with that thing, you've seen what it does to anyone who's not that chosen one." I know what she was saying but I just couldn't stand all this guilt. "We have to try." I looked her dead in the eye. She stood up and walked towards the door. "It might not work so don't get your hopes up, but you can give it a try." She opened the door and off we went.

  We were standing In front of her grave. "Kaitlyn." I said. I walked up to the grave and touched it. I took the weave out of my pocket and dropped it in the dirt in front of Kaitlyn's grave. "Bring back kaitlyn." A hand shot out from the grave. "Wow it's like a 3D horror movie!" Yequisha said excitedly. "Well you may lose your apatite for popcorn after watching a dead body rise from the ground." I said without taking my eyes off the hand. Kaitlyn rose from the grave perfectly fine and intact. "Nope, still want popcorn." Kaitlyn looked at me. But her eyes were harsh blood shot.  "Kaitlyn... Are you ok?" She had the weave in her hand. "You're so stupid. Why would you resurrect me after I killed myself... " she looked dazed. "We need you Kaitlyn." I said taking a step closer. "No you don't, you just want me alive so you don't feel guilty. I was already damned to hell why on earth would you wake me." She looked at yequisha, then me. "You killed laquandra." She can't take her eyes off me. "Laquandra is a part of you that's why she slightly counts as the chosen one and that's why I had that nightmare!" I kept trying to explain why she is needed alive. "You're selfish. You don't deserve to have me alive." She turned quickly and ran off into the morning fog.

**********

"We need to find her and fix all of this." Yequisha points out the obvious as she drives. "This is a huge city yequisha, the chances of finding her are slim." I roll down my window a little for some fresh air. Gas. Smoke. Pollution. Yeah, not air. I rolled up my window and looked over at yequisha. "Shaniqua staring at me isn't helping us find Kaitlyn." I was focused on her facial features. Round face, big eyes, cute little nose. "Yequisha did you ever have a boyfriend?" She stayed silent. Must be a sensitive topic but my curiosity needs to know. "Have you?" I asked again. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Yes," she mumbles,"he was awful." She didn't go any further, but I wanted her to. "What happened?" She looked pale. "We fooled around." She was practically choking on each word. "Yequisha...," she looked at me ashamed of herself," did you... Did you get pregnant?"  She began to cry. As the tears flowed so did the story.  "I gave birth to her but I left her at a rich persons house because I couldn't care for her, I was 15, I can't just take care of a child at that age!" She continued to cry. "But you took care of me when you were 16." I began to cry a bit too. "That's because I knew it was a sign, I saw you as your little four year old self and I couldn't believe that I was given a second chance. And now I don't even know if my birth child is even still alive." She pulled over, the tears must be hard to drive with. "What was her name?" I asked. "K-K-Kaitlyn." She said so upset. Kaitlyn.
________________________________
A/N
So I know these parts probably upload very closely but that's because I had these three pre-written. The next ones may be up on a later date.

My school starts in three days so I don't know how much writing I will be able to do. If you want you can recommend what book I should add on to next but chances are you wont.

I'm not a professional in any way, if misspells bother you I'm sorry but I can't promise they won't happen.