Imprinted

Chapter 6

When I attended my funeral, I stayed the night at my grave, although I didn't sleep due to my incapability. And after I stayed the night again, and again. On the fourth night the girl, Audry came back. She dropped off some flowers, and a note. She sat there in front of me and it seemed kind of like she knew I was there.

It was the first time I felt recognized since I died and it kind of felt good. She directly looked at me so many times, that I actually asked out loud if she could see me. She couldn't. And I knew that, but it never does hurt to try.

She was unlike my brother. Actually, almost the opposite. She blamed herself, rather than my brother blaming me. She told me she shouldn't have let me go 'that night' and that she was sorry. It all made me wonder what exactly happened on 'that night' she was telling me about.

Although, I do know it started with us getting into a fight. Apparently the fight was so bad I yelled, cussed a bit then stormed out of the house. Or, I could have just had anger issues. Anyways, The night ended with me drinking my brains out. I am thinking my death could have been caused by alcohol poisoning, or got ran over by a car.

Nice to know I got killed by a brainless stupid act. I'm a complete moron. I can tell I was a lame and crappy excuse for a human. I guess I was trying to feel better about the situation that night. She cried when she told me these things. And like my brother, after she felt better, but she didn't walk away. She laid beside my grave for nearly an hour just looking at the sky. In this time, I got to actually take a good look at her.

She had the cutest freckles on her nose, spotting onto her cheeks. They weren't incredibly noticeable. You had to be looking at her for a long period of time to even tell they were there. Audry had blonde golden hair lengthened to her lower back.Her eyes and my eyes were very similar in color. But, hers somehow were better looking and I couldn't put my finger on it until later. They were pretty much the same color, except mine didn't have what hers did.

Hers had passion, hope, and capability of love. Her eyes held what music and a song could do for people. In some sense she was like a guitar. Amazing. She soon got up and walked away without looking at me again, or my grave. She didn't look back because her visit was over and her business was done. I could tell who she was to me. We had a relationship. I don't know if it was a good or a bad one, but she acted like I meant a lot to her. I knew she was close to me. But, I wanted to figure out who she was beyond that.