Scars

Chapter 7

The rest of the day passed by slowly, tearfully, and painfully. My mom, dad, brother and I spent the afternoon at the cemetery, I had been there for hours actually.

My excuse?

Kat gave me a ride there. I just needed to see her.

I sat alone next to the smooth tan gravestone and let it out. Sitting on my knees I laid my forehead against to cool stone and let my salty tears streak the glassy surface.

"I miss you so much Daze.. Why did God have to take you so soon? Why? Why did it have to happen to you? It should've been me... It should've."

I've sobbed these words more times than the sky has stars.

She was the twin that everyone thought higher of, but she would never admit that. In all of her 13 years she seemed to achieve more than even I have now two years later.

"I miss you. I miss waking up and going downstairs and seeing your short messy hair bobbing around the kitchen trying to help mom. Our when people first met us how they'd mix us up and we'd go along with it. Remember our sleepovers? You really were my closet friend. You sweet yet sassy, smart yet well.. An airhead. And Daisy? I love you... I love you so much, and I can't wait to see you again." My knuckles turn while as I make my hands into fists, wanting to let it all out.

But there wasn't anymore to let out. I have cried so much in the last two years I don't think there could've been anymore tears in me, obviously there was though as the saltwater silently slid down my cheeks.

Dried petals of a now dead bundle of wildflowers in a jar made a small nest in the grass. The muted tones of purples and yellows, golds and pinks, almost seemed invisible in the brown grass around the headstone. Another small bouquet sat at the front of the I graves stone and without counting I knew how many crumbling flowers there were.

13.

1 for each of the years my blessed sister was alive and brought a spark into my life. A splintered picture frame held a fading picture of our family beside the Christmas tree a few months before she passed away, beside it there was another frame, this one a bit smaller and held a picture of Daisy and I on our birthday just two weeks before. And finally the most recent picture we will ever have of her in a small frame build into the gravestone.

The picture was taken only a day before it happened, we had been window shopping downtown when she had tried on a gorgeous yellow sundress. The camera had only captured from her mid stomach up but it was more than enough to show how pretty she really was.

Or is.

Or was.

Her short light brown hair was wavy and had an easy, natural look to it. Her smile lit up her entire face and her eyes sparkled. The background seems blurry, giving her an angel like appearance, even though she was just stepping out of a shabby dressing room.

She was an angel here on Earth.

We ate supper at a local Italian joint, trying to keep our nerves calm as we made small talk over the meal. When I got home I immediately ran up the stairs to my bedroom and kneeled next to my queen sized bed where I pulled out a box of odds and ends.

Daisy's odds and ends.

SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IN FOREVER IVE BEEN WORKING ON MY FANFICS!! I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE ENJOYED SCARS SO FAR! This is kinda a filler chapter .-.