The Edge Of Never

Back to the past

... I realized the decor was changed...

I hear someone yelling. That's all I heard. Someone yelling and someone crying.

"Hello!" I called out. No one answered me, although I knew they where there.

I followed the sound into the living room. In the living room was a middle aged man and a young girl of about six or seven. I couldn't seem to take my eyes of the little girl.

She had long raven dark hair, pulled into a pony tail. And from hear she had light blue eyes. She had a hint of freckles scattered across her button noes. She was wearing a light green blouse with Kaki shorts and light green flats.

I looked a little closer and realized the little girl was me. She looks exactly like I did when I was six or seven.

Why was I getting yelled at? what did I do? most of all why am I seeing this. I should be sitting on my bed getting ready for bed, reading a book.

"Who are you?" little me asked, looking right in my light blue eyes. "You can see me?" "Of course I can see you, your standing right there but you didn't answer my question. who are you?" she asked. "I'm you," I started. "and you are me." I explained who I am to little me. "

"How are we the same person? your older that me." she stated the obvious. "I don't know." I whispered staring into the little girls blue eyes.

My vision wavered and I was standing somewhere else. The little girl from before was hear, but she is a little but older. she looks around twelve.

She had her hair curled and was wearing a light blue lace polka doted blouse, and black tight pants that stuck to her like second skin. She was sporting blue flats with black polka sorts on them.

As she was putting on mascara and eyeliner she looked up in the mirror and saw me. She twirled around in her chair. "It's you." she said like she couldn't believe it.

"What do you mean it's me?"I asked the girl. "It was you I saw after father yelled at me." I looked at he confused. "What do you mean? I just came to you. I don't even know why I'm talking to you, I'm dreaming.

"Then why do I look like you? why do we kinda have the same voice? and why are you the same as the day I saw you when I was six?" "I don't know." I whispered. My vision started to darken.

When I woke up I was in the same room as before, but the room was painted a light blue. I looked around and saw pictures and quotes hung up on the wall. I walked over to the bed and sat down and stared at the wall.

The door opened and the other me walked into the room. She was only in a soft purple towel. She looked over to the bead and saw me. "Your back." she sounded like me, but I had a slightly older sounding voice. "I'm back." I repeated her.

She walked into the closet on the other side of the room. She came back out and she was waring a light purple robe. She sat in her chair, that I had last saw her in and started brushing her hair.

"Where are you going?" I asked the other me. She looked up at me. "I'm going to a party with John." She replied. "Who's John?" I asked her. "My boyfriend." She said board.

She started blow drying her hair. Once it was dry she started curling her hair, but she couldn't get the back. I curled it for her. Once it was done she started on her make up.

She colored her eyes with a light purple color that made her eyes pop. She then added a but if eyeliner and bright red lipstick.

"What color is your dress?" I asked her. She looked up once again. She hesitated. "It's a black floor length dress, that turns see through mid thigh." she walked into her closet again and came out with her dress on.

My vision started to get blurry. "Listen! I have to go. OK." She looked away from the mirror she was admiring herself in. "Ok." her eyes started to get watery.

"Wait!" I yelled out. "What is the date?" I asked her. "Ugh, it's the 16 of September,1997, why?" That was th day I died. "Be careful. I am from 2014. I died on September 16, 1997. But I really didn't die. You see I thought I was alive, but I was dead. If what I think is true, if I am you and you are me, you might die tonight."

I fell into darkness.

I woke up in the dress the other me was waring. I looked around. I was laying on my back, and everywhere I looked there was wood. I looked at the filing of the little box I am in, and saw a written passage engraved into the wood. It said:

'Hear lies the greatest gift god has giving me. In this box lies my baby girl.

I never thought if the day my baby would pack up in this life and move to the next one, but she did. I thought it would be me first to go but hear we are and hear she never will be again. She has not left us she is still in our harts, forever and always. It was not her time to go but the good lord wanted to see his best creation. Erica was not selfish, but kind and giving. she was not dishonest, but truthful. She was not unloved, but one if the most loved people in this world. She was not un- loyal, but one of the most loyal person you will find on this sad, sad planet.

Having Erica gone and not coming back, I have pain in my heart. But pain is a part of life. Pain is meant to be felt. Funerals are not for the dead, but for the living to remember the dead. It is a time for pain, and it is a time for morning. But I will not cry. Erica loved to say" don't dwell on the sad times, but don't forget them".

Hear lies the greatest gift god has giving me. In this box lies my baby girl.

-Your mother'

I'm in my coffin, looking at my mothers last words to me.

**picture of Erica before she died not on the same clothes as when she died**