Death. Just a dream. ?
I woke up early when I heard my parents getting up for work. My throat was dry and was sore, it hurt. My voice was a bit deep. I went to the kitchen to find my mother and father, making coffee for work.
When my father saw me, his face converted from tired to worried. "Jordan, are you feeling okay?" He asked. I stuttered holding my aching throat, "Y-yeah, uh it's probably nothing to worry about." My mother touched my forehead with her palm and used her other hand to compare her own temperature with mine, touching her own forehead of course. My mother sighed, "Did you forget your umbrella yesterday?" She questioned looking killer scary. I bit my lip, ignoring her, she was so scary and I quietly whispered a soft, "yes." Mother sighed again, displeased.
She then told me to go back to bed, I would be absent from school for two days. I was so happy I got to stay, but then I wondered what John was gonna do while I was gone sick. I went back to my room and saw Giri sleeping on my bed. Giri's too cute.
I was going to wake Giri up, so I could feed him. I noticed his stomach wasn't moving. I panicked, picking up Giri quickly. His head hung down, as if he were..... dead.
I felt tears stream down my cheeks, I sobbed holding Giri close to my chest. My parents heard my cries, rushed to my room. My father grabbed Giri and said, "Calm down sweetheart, Giri here wasn't in proper shelter therefore he got sick, and ended up this way. We can get another-" I yelled cutting my father off.
"No! It's fine. Giri can never be replaced." More tears ran down my cheeks. "You both can go to work, I'll take care of Giri." My parents felt bad, they even looked at each other wondering if they should've separated sooner. Only bad things have happened so far, but once I return to school, it'll be better once I see John's face.
My parents left for work, leaving me alone to bury Giri. Even though I've had Giri for a couple of days, I've gotten used to having him here, alive. I wanted to touch Giri again, but couldn't it gave me the chills. Covering Giri up with a thick sock, and settling him into a small metal box was super depressing. The metallic box came with a small key and lock, that was super easy to unlock, but I had nothing else to put him in. I went outside at the backyard, digging and perfect-fit hole for Giri.
When I finished burying him, I flet more chills going down my spine. It was a sign. It meant something. Or maybe I was just hallucinating... I hope I am. I covered Giri up with small pebbles and picked a small flower over Giri. I went back inside and showered. By tomorrow my father would pack his things and leave, I would go to school and see John. After showering and eating, I hopped into to my bed and never got up until the next morning hoping everything was just a dream.
