Their Story

3.Their Story- Spiders?

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CHAPTER 3- Spiders?

Alecia stood in front of the black iron gates nervously. This wasn’t a new town for her, far from it. This was a town she’d wanted to get away from. Everything bad had happened here. Everything changed. She walked through jaws of the grave yard, slowly. Taking in the scene in front of her, it hadn’t changed not one bit. The far back wall still covered with ivy twirling and curving intricately along the grey stone. Alecia closed her eyes, remembering the feel of the rough plant life beneath her fingers. She drew a ragged breath and took a few more steps, each step felt like she was dragging her feet through cement, but she kept her eyes forward to that one place she needed to go. She’d chosen this place for them, for her family, she’d work through the awoken memories to see them. It’d all be worth it the end, she promised herself. A cool wind swept past then, she shivered, the cold wind bringing her out of her revere, slightly.

Alecia used to come here every day, whether it was rainy or sunny she’d be here. At the exact same time, the crack of dawn. She glanced up, old habits die hard, she thought as she caught sight of the pink and orange sky. She picked up her pace, racing down the aisles of tomb stones until she came to stop. She stood in front of a large gray tomb stone, her family were buried here together. After all they had died together. She squeezed her eyes closed, breathing heavily. No! She wouldn’t think of it, she wasn’t ready to relive it. Not yet. Not ever.

She opened her eyes slowly. Trying to make sense of the letter’s in front of her, even though she’d read those words a thousand times. She pulled back and drew her knees up to her chin, unable to stop the tears forming.

“I’m so sorry” She whimpered rocking back and forth. She traced her fingers over the engraved letters hand shaking.

“I’m so, so sorr-“She broke off as a large sob shook her, the tears flowed from her eyes leaving their wet salty trails behind.  Her shoulders heaved violently, and heart wrenching sobs made their way from her throat.

“I-I-I didn’t m-mean to” She sobbed, her hands trembling as she placed the single flower she had brought with her in front of the gravestone. The steam was bent from where she’d held it too tightly but the petals were still bright enough to make it look good. It was her mother’s favourite flower, the lily. The fingered the petals softly taking deep calming breaths, as the petals sprang up from beneath her fingers.  

“I swear I never meant to” She said in a somewhat stronger voice. She wiped away her stray tears, finally making out the words that were engraved on the stone.

Leslie Shean

Mother, Wife, Daughter

1957-2011

Rodger Shean

Father, Husband

1955-2011

They had a single gravestone which somehow managed to unite them even after death.

o.0.o

Alecia stood up and brushed herself off. She knew she looked horrible all blotchy eyed and red faced and a small annoying hic-up she could never seem to get rid of.

She sighed and started to make her way out of the cemetery, it was almost nine o’clock in the morning already. She needed to get home; she pulled up her blue hoodie and sprinted down the road. She was crossing the main road when someone crashed into her. She swayed slightly before regaining her balance and glaring accusingly at the person in front of her. She met a pair of emerald green eyes. She blinked and took him in. Alex. He was in a plain white wife beater and faded blue jeans, he looked good. Better than that actually hot. Alex raised an eyebrow at her.