Checking my phone for the fourth time I decide to cut through the woods as a short cut to the cemetery. My phone read 9am, I tucked my phone away in my front pocket and headed through the gate of the cemetery. I head to the back of the graveyard and stop in front of two headstones.
One read,
David Rayne
Always loved forever
Oct 31, 1960~Oct 20, 2007
And the second one reads,
Lucinda Athena Rayne
A beautiful soul, a beautiful strong hearted woman
Jan 13, 1962~Oct 20, 2007
I fell onto my knees, between the two graves not caring about getting my pants dirty. I slamed my hands onto the grass and wet sol, the grass sprouting between my fingers, I then riped it out of the ground. With the grass in my fists and myself on my knees I scream until I lose all of the oxygen in my body and my throat is sore.
Kneeling there, screaming, not caring if anyone heard, I slightly loosened my grip on the grass. I put my hands back onto the dirt and grass leeting the soil wet my palms, I hung my head low. Letting old tears fall from my pale face onto the two graves I kneel before, my mothers and my fathers. I remember it like the back my hand, it is tattooed, nailed into my heart and stuck in my heas as is the memory replays everyday and was a book before my eyes every moment.
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When Heaven's Not Far Away
ParanormalA girl, Artemis Lucinda Rayne, meets a boy Vincent, a month before her family dies along with her. But, he saves her by doing half of the Reaper Ritual. She is alive in a way but her goal is to help Vincent secure souls way into heaven. How much tro...
