The black van was following me, and I had to lose them. I can't have them knowing about my Lizzie. Baby Lizzie.
"I'm coming Liz,just hold on." I muttered, and took a sharp left turn onto the highway, which leads to Jones Beach. I could get pff there, make a cirlce, ha e the boys bombarded with fans, and go see Liz.
As soon as we passed a sign that said, JONES BEACH 1/2 MILE the boys immediatly slowed and got pff the highway. Smirking, I made a u-turn and went throough the sjort cut to the cemetary.
No sign of the boys.
"Good." I said, and decided to turn on the radio. I'll be there in aroundten minutes. It's 1:00 now.
FLASHBACK
"How come you don't visit Granpa after two mommy?" I, asked my mother, who was setting flowers infront of her fathers grave, her glinting blonde hair a big contrast to the black pencil skirt she was wearing.
"If you go after two, thr spirits will follow me home. And I want to keep you and your sister safe." My mother said.
She whispered a goodby to my grandfather, straightened out my small faisy dress, and grabbed onto my pudgy hand, filled with baby fat at the age of 3. "Let's go Bia." My mother said and smiled warmly at me, and we walked to the car together.
PRESENT DAY
I arrived at the cemetary, and I walked over to my family grave.
"Hi ganpa!" I said, my voice cracking.
"Hi Granma!" I said.
I turned my head to the small grave.
ELIZABETH SARA WILLIAMS
1998-2010
Letting go of Elizabeth will be like giving up the sunshine -Bianca (sister)
I never thought that all those mornings filled with laughter would stop. All the good things are dying along with my baby - Evan (Father)
Sweety, just know that all I ever wanted was two, beautiful grown up girls. I never imagined that this would happen. I miss you more than the world can imagine - Giana (Mother)
A tear rolled down my face, and soon I was bawling. Blindly, I set down the daisy that I had gotten.
FLASHBACK
"DAISY!!!!" 5 year old Liz shouted.
"Yeah! That's a daisy!" I said.
PRESENT DAY
Still sobbing, I took my blade, amd shoved it in my hamd, covdring it in blood.
When it was dripping, I drew a heart, almost unnoticable, on her grave.
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