Prologue
He grabbed his jacket and slipped it on. He picked up the roses he bought earlier that day. He smiled. I was going to love these. He hoped I would anyways.
"Trevor, you can't be serious." His mom appears in the hallway. She tied her robe and crossed her arms.
He smiled. "Mom, I have to go," The boy kissed her cheek. "There's a bunch of falling stars scheduled for this evening. I'll be back around three, I promise this time."
He opened the door, ignoring her further protesting.
He steps out on the porch and, as the night air blows, takes a deep breath. He stepped down with his mom following him out.
"Trevor." She hugged herself in the cold night.
"Mom. I need to... I have to see her." He makes his way to the car.
"She's gone, Trevor. She's not coming back."
A familiar emptiness crept up. Trevor knew I was gone. But if his wish comes true, I'd be back. He felt as if he was going to cry, but be he couldn't cry in front of his mom. He needed to be strong.
He smiled in her direction. "I know." The boy opens the car door, not breaking eye contact. "But I'm not. Not yet." He jumps in the car and start it up. He waits, smiling, for the CD to load and play.
Trevor made this CD for me. He was actually going to give it to me, but the day before he was going to I...
The boy pulled out of the drive way and waved at his mom.
She didn't wave back. She had turned her back and was going inside.
He turned on the head lights and drove out of the neighborhood. The first song played half way through then Trevor started singing along. He came to a red light and drummed his thumb on the steering wheel. The red light turned to green and he pushed down the gas pedal. The guy turned into the cemetery. Presently, it was closed. It closed at five thirty. But when I was here, he drove to my house. Got there at midnight and left at three. Every night for tree years.
I don't remember this but I feel the memory of it happening...
So, he grabbed the roses and waited for the song to finish. Trevor cut the engine and open the door. He gets out and cars furiously drove past him. He took the roses, walking around the gate then walked along the cemetery's fence. It was a small walk way: bushes and trees lined up against it. Once he was in the back, he saw his entrance. He sets the roses down and then pushes himself through the hole in the fence near the ground. Trevor takes the roses and stands up. He walks over to ...my grave; one of the ones that was above ground.
"Hey, Ruby... are you up, gorgeous?" I didn't--couldn't-- answer. "Well I, uh, got you these." He held out the roses. "I remembered how much you love them." Trevor grinned, revealing his dimples and set them down on top of my marble casing. I did love them. Trevor lays next to the above ground coffin.
He tucks his hand behind his head and the left his right hand down, waiting for me to take it in mine. Although I extremely wanted to, I couldn't move. He looked up at the stars and told me all he knew about them. He told me "there is supposed to be a comet shower we get to watch today. And I know exactly what to wish for, Ruby." He smiled brightly. I'd love it, his wish.
He sighs and waits for it to all start.
"Ruby, I'm so excited. I know my wish will come true. I know you'll love it." I smiled with him.
It was about thirty minutes later when I saw the first one. He sat up, instantly closing his eyes. Time to wish.
I wish I was alive.
I opened my eyes and look at him. I waited for a sign of life. I tried to move, yet I was still restricted.
"R-Ruby?... Are you there?" He stood up and looked for a way to open the marble casing. "Ruby if you can hear me, knock three times." He says louder.
Trevor waited for wait seemed like forever. There was no knocking. I nodded as he realized what had happened. I was gone. He knew that. It just hasn't registered. Until now.
I saw him slide down my casing and pulled my knees up. He put his elbows on his knees and cried.
Trevor stayed until it was one thirty. The guy pushed off the ground and stood. He looked at me one last time before he was gone too. My arms suddenly got feeling, the bones aching from what seemed like a lifetime of ignorance.
"Good bye, Ruby... I love you." Trevor turned and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"I love you too." I was allowed to say. I could talk! He started to walk away. Using all of my energy and strength I gave it to him what he wished for.
Then he heard it...no he heard me, and stopped dead in his tracks.
Three soft knocks.
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The Awakening
Teen FictionHe opened the door ignoring her further protesting. He steps out on the porch and, as the night air blows, takes a deep breath. He stepped down and his mom followed him out. "Trevor." She hugged herself in the cold night. "Mom. I need to... I have...