Cemetery Drive

Home prt 4

Home. It's often described as a place where you live or a place that people in sight assume you are happy and safe. Home isn't a place where people can assume things about. Home isn't a place to be afraid of. Home isn't a place to be unhappy or unsafe at. Home isn't somewhere you live. Home is a place that in your mind and in your heart, you are truly happy and never want to leave.

The Cemetery is my home. Whenever I step into the Cemetery I feel happy. I don't think about anything, but the beauty of the Cemetery and how peaceful the dead are. I don't dare to think about my death when I am in here. Soon enough I will get worried. Not because I am at a Cemetery. It's because they are all resting in peace and I am not. Why can I rest in peace? It makes think some of dead might not be resting in peace at all and are like me. They probably scream out for help, but no one is.

There are probably many of them who went through hell like me and can't rest in peace. I don't mean being murdered by your abusive boyfriend, I mean struggling with life and death got to them. I sometimes think if I am quiet, enough I can hear the screams of the dead pleading to be save. I hear the sound of their voice and the sound of the angels screaming back. They are all begging for Heaven to help us. Us. The ones suffering.

But is there really a Heaven? Is there even a God? If there is why does he make us suffer so much that we plead for help. Aren't the dead supposing, to be at home with a smile on their face? The dead aren't happy. They went through so much and what do they get? They got hell and are pleading to be saved. Heaven here the sounds of their voice. Don't scream at them. Save them and take them home.

Everyone deserves to be happy, aside for all the crimes they did. Even when I want the worst for someone I still want them to be happy. You can't take away happiness, but you can hide it and lock it away. They know how to bring their happiness back and they await the day for it to come back to them. Aside from all the points turning thoughts into sickness, all their stupid blind ambitions never fit inside our vision. Maybe so. I don't know. Sure, they could've made it work, but they've been a jerk like they thought they were supposed to be. That right there is what makes them unhappy and no hope.

Lindsey made me unhappy by bringing back to Earth as some type of ghost, but I could touch things as people were able to touch me. In a way. I came back human, but with a twist. I can never age, so I am stuck being 19 forever. I questioned her why she was doing this they day before I came back to Earth. All she said I needed a second chance and so does someone else. Before I even got to ask her who the other person was I got a sharp pain in my head and everything went black.

I woke up back on the Earth on top of my grave. I sat up on top of it, panicking. I jumped up and looked at my grave. I don't want to be back! I didn't even see what happened to Jamia! I don't want to be in this hell hole again! I don't want to suffer anymore! I just want to be dead! My anger took over and I started to kick my tombstone, hoping to damage it. I got more agitated and looked around and found a vase at another grave. I picked it up and threw it at my tombstone. The vase ended up cutting me, but I didn't care.

I cried and yelled as I felt the pain, not only in my hand from the vase, but from being back alive. Why did Lindsey bring me back! Who was the person she wanted to give a second chance?! WHO! I fell lying down on my probably empty grave. I covered my face with my bleeding hand, not carrying if my face was covered in blood.

This is too much for me to take in. I don't want to be back. I don't want a second chance. I just want to be happy and dead again. Of course, nothing is simple and the sounds of my pleading won't get the angel to help. I wiped my tears away and sat up, looking at my not so clean clothes that are covered in dirt and a bit of my blood. I sniffed and turned to look at the book Jamia left me.

I picked it up with my non-blood covered hand and read the title, before I sat the book down on top of my clothes and picked it up. I had to get out of here soon and figure out where to go. I can't live in the Cemetery. It might be my home, but I physically can't live here. I walked a bit trying to leave the Cemetery, but the scream of a lady caught my attention. She panicked and ran out saying it's 'the ghost of Frank Iero!' Zacky must've spread around that I haunted the Cemetery apparently.

A few days passed and I made my daily trips in the same blood covered clothing, since I had nothing else besides my favorite outfit that was left for me. I didn't want to change into them, since I was dirty, so I left them on my grave after giving up finding myself a place to live. The Cemetery was relaxing most of the time, till people started to show up and scream when they saw me. I just looked at them as they panicked.

Soon the Cemetery was closed when it was 1820 due to people being scared and me somehow haunting the place. I was relieved to be honest. I didn't want any more people in my home, interrupting my peace and the peace of the dead. Around 1989 teens started to loot the Cemetery as people knew it was abandoned.

I wasn't too pleased with the kids here destroying the place, blaming the ghost of the Cemetery and running off. The officers believed it and I got a report of 'Destruction of Personal Property.' Which was when an officer came in to investigate the Cemetery after the teens turned me in for their behavior. He saw my grave and saw me nearby of it, covered in blood and the grave itself covered in blood. That didn't come across good and led the officer to believe the teens story.

This annoyed me. People got so paranoid of me haunting the Cemetery that officers got involved and started to invade my home and the dead's home. I have such great respect for the dead even before I died and this personally affects me. Officers were taking me in a lot and then freaking out when they realized I was dead. Reports started to come in and people went with that I was dead and that I committed suicide on top of my grave, which is why they think I was buried in that same bloody spot.

I was agitated with everyone thinking it was suicide, but I can't do anything about that. I am dead to the eyes of the people who see me and won't believe what I say due to them fearing me. If they truly feared me they would stop bothering me and my home and stop making up lies. Although they never truly knew if I was Frank Iero.

Since, I died in 1809, there's no pictures of me, so no one can identify the grave that I destroyed was me. They could inspect my blood to check, but my blood was too dry for them to inspect it and if it wasn't they would be told I was dead. That would cause another frantic panic for the people who inspect it, turning it into a big deal and having some sort of exorcist on someone who is technically alive.

If they tried there would be some at my parent's home, but when I got there a day after arriving back to Earth it wasn't there anymore. I know it's a bit farfetched for my home to be gone after a few years being gone, but it was. It was heartbreaking. I then went to Jamia's home in search for her and see if I can be with her, but all I saw was an empty lot where her home used to stand. I can't lie and say I didn't cry my eyes out. I was devastated and now I am sure there's no way for me to ever be with her.

Once I was thinking clear they were either evicted or they left New Jersey to start a better life away from everything that happened here. I am going with they left New Jersey for a better life. My loved ones probably destroyed any evidence that could lead to knowing the man known as Frank Iero, who haunts the Cemetery. It's shockingly amazing how fast they left and it hurts me knowing how fast. Hopefully they were happy before their time came. Heaven help us be guided home.....