Once upon a tragedy...

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                                                                                      Amy's P.O.V

"I'm so alone..." I sighed to myself. I looked around my room... "This is not me...I need a change." I got up and walked to my dresser and opened my drawer. I searched through everything in that drawer and finally found my wallet. I counted the money I had saved from babysitting, and mowing yards. I decided to paint my walls and furniture. I know my parent's wont care, because, I'm aloud to do pretty much anything I want. I thought. It's about a 6 mile walk to Wally World, and decided even though it'd be a total of a 12 miles, would be good exierce. I got up and grabbed my jeans, threw my t-shirt and jeans on and grabbed my head phones and cellphone. I ran out through the living room with my wallet and everything I needed. I started my walk to Wally World. On my walk I couldnt help but think about Brian. Oh, I'm sorry. Brian is my boyfriend. But he's going through a lot...he might be going to a foster home...yeah...

                                                                                 Brian's P.O.V

I'm on my way to Wally World...It's almost our 9 month anniversary, so I just want to surprise her. Oh, I'm sorry, I'm talking about Amy, my girlfriend. Speak of the angel...What is she doing walking to Wally World?! I pull over beside her. "Hey, beautiful, what are you doing walking to Wally World?" I asked her. "Oh, I'm painting my wall's so I'm going to get paint and paint brushes." she said. "Well, get in. I'm heading there anyways. Besides, that's a 12 mile walk, and 6 of those miles carrying like 4-5 buckets of paint." I told her. "Okay, fine." She laughed. She hopped in beside me. "So, why do you suddenly wanna paint your room?" I asked her. "Well, my lavender wall's and white furinture, is a bit young for me." She tell's me. "So, what color's are you gonna use?" I ask. "I'm gonna do black and purple stripes, and then I'm gonna paint my furniture purple. Then, on my dresser, I'm going to paint black birds." She tell's me.  She loves birds. She says birds are the thing, that reminds her of freedom. She says they inspire her, because once they leave the nest, and once they learn to fly, they're their own person. Or, well bird I guess. Ever since her grandfather died she's wanted to be on her own. Well, he really died when she was a baby, but she hear's stories about him, and about how much he loved her. She said, it's not fair she lost him so young...she didnt know what happened, she just knew he was there one day, and gone the next. She tell's me all the time, hearing storie about him and how inspebarble they were, it makes her feel like she's lost him again. And with tear's in her eyes, she looks at me and smiles and tells me, ever so softly "I know, one day I'll see my beloved grandfather again, and I know, right now he's watching me, and he's so happy I've found someone who cares for me. I look over at her, and see her smiling with tear's in her eyes, and I know, I just know she's thinking about her grandfather. I know, from what I've heard, he'd be so proud of the strong women she's become. He's probably up there, watching her and protecting her. It's hard for me to think about her crying, over someone she never really knew. But, I know where she's coming from...I understand, and I want her to be happy, but I also know, she'll always think about her grandfather...

                                                                                  Amy's P.O.V

I struggle to not cry, and then that makes it hard to breathe. I know my granddaddy is with me every where I go, but I still wish I could see him. I wish I could give him one last hug. Hear his voice one last time. See his smile, once again. I would die for that. Even though I dont know him, I still talk to him. I imagine he hear's my thought's to him. I talk to him, everytime I'm upset. But, I know that the Lord needed him back home. And I know I'll see him once again. I know, that one day, I'll be able to see him, and to hug him, and to hear his voice. Everyday. I know the Lord take's the best one's, because he needs them back home. He need's his angel's back. I know that's why he took my granddaddy. I may not know him, but I do miss him so much. Sometime's, I see him in my dream's.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Well? What do you guys think?? Also, the part about granddaddy is true. I think those thing's all the time.~~~~~~~~~~~~

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