"Billie I can go back to that girl, ion fucking care" Brandon laughed and I start to cry. "We ain't working"he shook his head.
And left.
2 months later
I watch as Brandon and Alexis walk out the street, hand in hand. I was never happy again. I don't sleep or eat anymore.
I think back onto memories we had. That their having now. And I hate it to my soul. I want to strangle him. When his lips met hers, my vision went black.
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.
I sat in the loose fitting black dress, the curls of my hair falling in my face.
They open the casket and I look at his face. "My love, who I'll miss" Alexis whispered and I look around.
No one saw me.
"Hello?" I ask, nothing. "Danielle?" I ask rapping on her shoulders. Her face turned, it was Brandon.
I tap on Gawa, it was Brandon.
I tap on one of his family members, he didn't notice me. "Hello?" I ask,nothing, again. Tears formed in my eyes and I stand. "Can anyone here me?" I say out loud. Their tear stained faces were stuck on the dead man in behind me.
I turn and walk closer. I start to cry, laying my hand on his cold on. "Can you hear me? Anyone?" I sniff.
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They lowered the casket in the ground, in the pouring rain. Everyone was crying, but no one noticed me, who was sitting on his gravestone.
Brandon Adams.
Married to Alexis Reed.
All the kids were on it, except me.
I watch them slowly cover the casket in the muddy dirt. The thing was, I wasn't crying, nothing. I wasn't sad.
I decided to walk home.
I stand and look at myself in the mirror.
"Its not worth it. I miss you Brandon".
And I fall to the ground, the last thing I heard was the gun falling.
Then I floated up, I look at my dead body.
The door opened and the satisfied faces of my family watched blood pour. "Thank god" Melanie scoffed and walked off.
…
I scream and jolt up.
I was sweating, tears streaming down my face. I look beside me, no Brandon.
My heart dropped and I quickly race down the stairs. I saw Brandon sitting on the couch and he looked at me, confused.
I tackle him in a hug and roughly cry.
"Mama, mama, What's wrong?" He panicked. "Please don't ever leave me" I cry. "Ashley I'm not" he whispered, grabbing my face.
"What happened?" He asked.
I explained the dream and he shook his head. I tic for the seventh time in a minute and Brandon pulled off my shirt, "cool down, it was a dream" he whispered, fanning me.
"Hold me" I hiccup.
Brandon pulled me up and I laid my head on his shoulder, trying not to hit him with my tics.
He rubbed my sticky back and kissed my collarbone. "I ain't neva going back to that, something you ain't gotta worry about" he chuckled.
I hiccup again and wipe my tears.
