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Chapter two

Dry leaves crumbled beneath my wheelchair as I rolled through the cemetery getting occasional chills every once in a while from the wet breeze. I could see there was barely anyone around except for a few elderly far away. Faded plastic flowers at forgotten graves yearning for a visitor. The whole place reeked of sadness and misery and yet here I was feeling like somehow I belonged here.

I moved around the rocky unmade earth as I observed all the tombstones. I wondered who they were and how they died. I wondered what kind of lives they have led before being buried and becoming one of nothingness. Did they have families they left behind or they were alone like me.

I mentally prayed to all buried here and slowly made way nervous to meet my parents. I arrived to the two gray tombstones that now faced before me. I avoided looking and started cleaning away the dry twigs and dry leaves around the area until there were none and I knew that it was time, and that I couldn't stall no more.

I struggled and got out from my chair and put my body down on the ground as I sat in front. Tears welled up as I tried to speak.
"M..mom.. dad. Your Leah is here t.to see you"

I looked up ,wishing somehow miraculously my parents would answer back and say that everything was okay. But I knew it was impossible.

"How are you both doing up there. Are you doing good? Are you settling well? " I sniffed in between the sobs "I'm sure you must have met a lot of people. Are they good people?" I wiped away my flowing tears with the sleeve of my shirt as I felt my throat go super dry.

" I miss you.... so much. Its not the same without you both. Its never the same. Life has been a living hell for me mommy" my voice cracked.
"Dad... you were supposed to take me to Disney world on my 20th birthday. You promised me.... how could you leave me out alone like this? Aren't we three supposed to stick together?

I felt the muscles of my chin tremble like a little child as I held my chest because it hurt so damn much. Tears rolled down my cheek one by one past my chin, drenching my shirt. If only crying emptied my emotions and I wouldn't feel the pain. If only.

"You... you both, were supposed to take me with you. Why is it that I am the one to be left behind... why.. why is it that after all this time it still hurts all the same. Why" my voice was barely audible now.

I couldn't say anything more so I pressed my forehead against the grimy tombstone of mom and and put my hand on dad's, wishing and wanting to hug them for one last time. "You.. never... even... let ... me... say goodbye" I broke down completely, washing away all my defenses.

I sobbed as the incident once again flashed before my eyes.

I still remembered so vividly how we all were coming home after seeing a movie, dad was driving and singing horribly and mom was laughing it off. I have never been happier. It was the perfect night with my perfect family until.......
A bright light blinded our eyes and then all I could hear was mom screaming and dad losing control after trying to avoid crashing. The car spin off and plowed into a fence at the end of the road and then it all happened so fast. It rolled off from the cliff, and thats when I hit my head on to the window glass and it broke and I lost my consciousness.

I woke up a month later from a coma with more than half of my ribs broken and multiple pelvic fractures and worst of all, how the glass shreds teared up the ligaments in my spinal cord and how I couldn't walk on my own anymore.

I didn't care for any of this and all I wanted to see was mom and dad, and thats when I knew......
The news put me on shock which resulted in a couple of seizures that worsen my condition.

I have never been myself ever since... and every year on this day, I wanted nothing more but to take my own life. But I always knew that my parents wouldn't want that. They would want me to move on and keep going. The only problem was, I didn't know how to do that.

I pulled out wiping away my tears and calming a little bit. The skies were cloudier than ever and I knew it would only be a matter of time until there's a downpour. I reached out for my wheelchair, where the lily bouquet was. It was always the same arrangement of flowers dad bought to mom, big beautiful white lilies with three red roses and bright purple lisianthus surrounding the lilies, the exact way mom always liked.

I took it and was about to put it down when I saw the same exact flower bouquet kept nicely between the tombstones. How I didn't notice that before was a mystery. I rubbed my stingy bloodshot eyes and observed them carefully. I didn't know if I was seeing things but it really looked like, the other bouquet in the flower shop earlier this morning.

I brushed the thought off because I was being absurd again. It could have been for something else. Obviously there could be more people who liked the same arrangement of flowers as my mom did.

Or maybe one of my neighbors visited.

I put down my flowers and said my goodbyes promising to come back again, when a large rain drop fell on my cheek. I looked up to see the dark sky and knew a storm was coming.
Quickly I reached out to my wheelchair when it moved far away from my grasp and rolled down the hill to my complete horror.
"Great" I muttered. "Just great"

There wasn't even anyone around at this point and I started to panic. Was I supposed to crawl myself down the hill? Or roll? I couldn't possibly do that. I was helpless when somebody put a hand on my shoulders and I turned around to see a guy looking down at me.

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I wonder who it could be .......