Leave me in the Garden

I love you, Suzy Que.

I was on my way to the beautiful garden in the back of the apartment complex we've lived in ever since my mother died. We had lovely sunflowers planted in her place. Dad had gone out to buy some bread whilst I was in charge, well, partly. Mr. Jones was in charge of me, he had the job of watching me while I played in the back yard. I never understood why I would never be left alone, maybe for my safety? Yeah, a smart idea. If, I wasn't left alone with my killer. I remember the last few hours of the day, before I was slaughtered. I had woken up, to start a beautiful day. With my Father, we'd watch the clouds and hide the sun. It was supposed to be a rainy day, I thought what a cliché for the day I die. I actually liked rainy days, they'd give our garden life, and grow the sunflowers more. For mom. Dad missed mom, a lot. It seems, everything goes wrong for him. First he loses his wife, then his only child. To be left with the garden of sunflowers, I would dance around. While he played his harmonica. The other neighbors would love the sweet tunes it would make, and the music he created. The girl upstairs, Molly Cher. She was 16, she was like a big sister to me. We'd dance around the sunflowers and run on the sweet grass. She was always there for me, whenever we'd dance or run. I'd notice the strange man, Mr. Jones. Always watching from afar. From his window, he'd always send a horrible vibe. That I ignored, up to the day I died. All I know is that my Dad got along with him, and if my Dad did. I would, because all I wanted was to my him happy. After the death of my Mother. Mr. Jones sympathized my father, and was there for him. Always over at our house, for a cup of tea. Mr. Jones liked me a lot, and my Father. Mr. Jones loved hugs, and tucking me in at night. He was a complete dick. He would grope me, but I couldn't tell my Dad. Mr. Jones took advantage of that, up until the day I died. When he murdered me. On October 21st, 2003. My Father said, he was heading out to get the bread, and 'I love you, Suzy Que.' He left, while I was in charge of my killer, Mr. Jones. My killer, he told me to come and see the daisies growing in the woods, that was when he threw me on the ground, and slit my throat open with the knife he was using to make sandwiches one day. He would take me down the road, 2 miles away. To dump me on the side of the road, in the pit. I'd comment on it everyday as my father and I walked past to go and get ice cream. My lifeless body would lay there, for two days to be discovered two days after my death. As I was dumped, I felt the words of my Father saying, "I love you, Suzy Que." Then, the blurriness would fill the sky, on the rainy day. I thought I would enjoy, with the sunflowers to the side of my face. Wishing I was buried in the garden, for my mom. I was left to be discovered, by someone else. Other then Mr. Jones, so he could make up a story for my father. I would melt away, in my thoughts. To die. Then, something strange happened. I woke up in a car, I had long black hair, very fair skin.  A yellow dress, it was ripped a bit. However, I didn't mind. Why do I look like this? This isn't how I looked before I died. I'd look up, we're moving towards a orphanage. A strange lady began talking, "We're almost there Ally." she'd say. I was confused, I wondered who was Ally? Me? I'm not Ally! Where am I? I'd ask the lady, "Who are you?" She'd simply answer, "I'm Miss. Erika. We met when I took you away from your abusive home, I'm taking you to the orphanage." Fear would fill inside of my head, an orphanage. What happened to my Father, and my old body. The sunflowers.. Molly. I thought I died, I'm sure I did! Blurriness would fill around then-

Twirl, and Twirl some more. Dance for me once more, my Suzy Que. Don't leave me, to fend for your Mother again. I love you so, yet you leave me in this room. Like your Mother. Why? WHY? WHY? Sunflowers, grow some more. What happened to the dancing, around the garden. What happened to the sweet tunes of my harmonica, what happened to my happiness, in my brain.  Suzy Que, come back. Along with my dead wife, in the back of my sunflower garden. Leave me in the Garden...