Carry Me On

Finally Found

Here's another chapter, I hope whoever reads this will enjoy. I'm trying to make the beginning go faster so people won't get bored.

Before I passed away, I would always go home after school and text my friend Erick. We would text about each other’s day while I laid on my bed listening to music. He was what I look forward to everyday to text, he usually made me happy when my depression was holding me down. I told him everything about me while I believe he did the same. Erick was kind of like my stone that kept me from thrashing around in the wild waves of my life.

Sitting here on the counter of the girls bathroom at the cemetery I couldn’t help but remember my life and friend. He’s one of the people miss the most. But we weren’t the closest of friends so it wouldn’t really matter to him about my death… Even after all the things I’ve told him about me.

I looked up at my reflection and frowned at myself. Never have I ever thought I was cute when I was alive. My light brown hair was never what I wanted it to be, always bland. My smile was never perfect and the only thing that worked was a smirk. Body, well I’ve never been proud of it even when I was skinny. Lastly my eyes, they were the one thing I liked. They were orbs of light blue with large specks of gray.

“You are still ugly even in the afterlife.” I whispered to myself as I touched my face.

“God, I don’t know why he would want to visit his mom’s grave. That lady was such a little bitch to me.” Grumbled a lady as she walked into the bathroom.

She went to stand in front of the counter and I jumped of so she could see.. Oh yeah, she can’t see me. So I stood behind her and watched as she caked more makeup onto her plastic face.

“Ugh, going have to go to Dr. Gustav again.” She groaned as she messed with her one wrinkle. “Maybe if I give him a nice tip he’ll do the botox for free.” A nasty little forced smirk appeared on her face.

Gross. Without thinking, I pulled her lipstick out of her hand and wrote, ‘You nasty whore.’ on the mirror. I smiled when I saw the lady’s eyes widen in horror.

“Oh… m-m-my..” She whimpered and ran out of the bathroom. Her terrified screams could be heard inside the bathroom.

“Serves you right.” I laughed.

One good thing about being in this hell, I get to harass people.

As I walked out of the bathroom I watched the lady. She was screaming at her husband, who looked way older, to leave the cemetery. Her eyes kept darting back towards the bathroom.

“Honey, just a few more minutes, I want to have a moment with my mom.” He hushed her and looked down at a grave decorated with fresh red roses.

“I want to go home now!” She whined and hastily walked toward the parking lot. Damn, bitch with no respect, no wonder his mom hated her.

Closing my eyes, I remembered my old town of Darrington. Slowly opening them I found myself in the quiet streets of downtown. I stood in front of the theater that only played one lame movie at a time. To my right I could see the old mercantile a few blocks down.

“Hick town.” I muttered to myself as I began walking up one of the steep hills in the town.

These use to be a bitch to walk up when I was alive. Having been a smoker since I was 12, it was hard to get around. Including when these hills are almost as steep as the ones in San Francisco. But since I’m dead now, I don’t need to breath or anything so the walk was easy.

Once at the top, I spotted my old high school and noticed a big sign in front of the old brick building. Walking across the street, I saw what the big orange sign said.