All In My Head

Chapter 4

I've been sitting in the same spot for who knows how long. I've been sitting on the steps of my school for a really long time, just staring at the night sky. Obviously, it's been a while because the sun is rising. I'm guessing when you're a ghost, you don't need much sleep. I'm just sitting here thinking, how I no longer exist, I'm dead. I finally get up and start walking, I decided to go to my house and see what was happening there. I walk through my neighborhood slowly, looking at everything I pass, every tree, every house, every crack in the sidewalk. I don't know how long I'm going to be able to stay a ghost. Once I get to my house, I stand at my driveway for a moment, everything is so quiet. I walk up to my front door and walk right through it, one of the perks of being a ghost is that you can finally do what you see in cartoons! My parents are sitting on the couch, watching TV. Sipping their coffee with expressionless looks on their faces.

In the kitchen, my youngest sister, Dawn, is sitting at the window seat, her dirty blonde hair braided back into two french braids, her blue eyes sad and lost. I walked over to her, she had a bowl of cereal sitting next her, untouched, she was looking through a scrapbook. I look over her shoulder and see a whole bunch of pictures of me and her. I always knew she loved photography, but I didn't know she had a scrapbook full of pictures of me and pictures of us together. She reached next to her and grabbed a picture, the prom picture of Josh and I, she placed it on the next page, and wrote a little paragraph next to it.

This is Hazel Rose Williams on her last night. One special night it was, she was prom queen along with her boyfriend, Josh, as prom king. She was surrounded by the friends she loved the most, her best friend, Bella Graham was one of them. One moment she was dancing at the top of the staircase, the next she flipped over the railing and landed two stories down. A tragic accident. I know there will always be room in my heart for Hazel, she was funny, and lovable, and friendly, positive and so full of life. I admirer her dearly. I will never forget you Hazel, you were the best sister I could have hoped for. Rest In Piece.

                                                                                -Dawn Eris Williams

It kills me, thinking how I will never see Dawn go to high school, or prom, or graduate, or get married and raise her own family. She's 11 years old and she has already lost one of her sisters, that is awful. Dawn sits there in silence, re-reading the paragraph she just wrote, I see tears fill her eyes and run down her cheeks.

I continue to the mud room, all my shoes and coats are still there, where I left them, I can't help but wonder how long they're gonna stay there before being put away to save for my sisters. I walk upstairs to my parents bedroom, all the pictures of me and my sisters are still there, I think a couple new ones of me appeared. After looking there I go into my other sister, Ivy's room. You may notice how my parents went for the more uncommon names, My name is Hazel Rose Williams, my middle sister's name is Ivy Faye Williams, and my youngest sister's name is Dawn Eris Williams. I think Dawn got the most uncommon name out of all of us, but still, how many people do you know with the name Hazel, or Ivy? Anyway, Ivy is sitting on her bed, looking through old home videos of us on her computer, her brown hair is in a really messy bun and her hazel eyes are full of happiness. I sit down next to her and watch them with her, at one point, I laugh and Ivy suddenly stops the video, I think she heard me. I sit with her for 20 minutes and then she gets out of bed. Ivy is 14 years old and was the middle child, now the oldest of two instead of the middle of three. I follow her out to the hallway, I watch her walk towards my door and stare at it for a moment, expecting me to come out to say good morning. She then realizes that I'm actually gone and continues downstairs. I stay upstairs. I stand at the door to my bedroom, hesitating before going inside. Finally, I do. Everything is where I left it. My floral bedspread neat with many throw pillows placed on it to make it look better. My computer sitting on my neat desk along with many pieces of decor. My bedside tables are decorated with white lamps and my dresser with lots of pictures of family and friends. Everything as if I was never gone, as if I never left. I look over at all the pictures on my dresser. All those moments, all those times are now gone, just what's left of the memory. I curl into a ball and cry a little