And I Thought Everything Was Going To Be Alright

Chapter Six - Blake...?

I woke up at five in the morning. I didn't get that much sleep. An hours max I would say. I remembered that in Blake's letter he had told me to visit him on the 1st. It was the 1st today. I crept into my temporary room, and stole one of Alec's grey hoodies. I took my shirt off and just tugged his hoodie over my bra. I changed my pants to black jeans, and grabbed a pair of socks before sneaking out of the room. I sat down at the door and tugged my socks up, then slipped my feet into Alec's converses. I had grown to like them. Not that he minded. He never cared when I wore his things.

I got up onto my feet quietly, then slowly open the door, moving it as slow as I could manage without it creaking. I didn't want to wake anyone.

I tiptoed out the door and shut it as quietly as I could. Then I walked down the road towards the cemetery. The sky was a smokey grey colour and the clouds seemed like they had banished even though if you looked close enough you could see them. They were just there. I smiled as the bright grey sky looked like a nice place to be. A willy-wagtail danced through the sky without and efforts what so ever. He swooped and looped around as if showing off. But even if he was showing off, he looked majestic.

The bird landed on a branch and I couldn't help but stop to watch him shake his tail around in the air. Whenever they did that I always sung, "Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me, come on girl." And so on, but today I just thought about it then kept walking. I didn't want to go back. I didn't even have flowers or anything to leave at his grave. I felt bad. I felt terrible...

Soon I could she the small dirt path leading up to the cemetery. Reluctantly I walked forwards. Walking seemed to take a lot of effort. I felt like I was trying to walk with a ball and chain tied around my legs.

When I finally reached the grave, a wave of anger and sadness washed over me. He told me to wake him up? What the hell did that mean?

I sat down at his grave and sighed. Why was I here? Why did I do this? What was the point? Blake wasn't here... He never would be...

"Why did you ask me to come here?! Why? What was the point?! You're not here? You never will be!" I yelled at his grave, and nothing happened. I started to cry. How dare he do this? Why would anyone do this?

"Blake! Why? Why won't you wake up?! I want you back! I'm sorry, I'm sorry for not listening to you, I just- I just want you to be here, with me.."

I never left you Katie....

"What?! Who said that?"

Look up for a second...

I did what it said. And there he was. Standing there smiling. I wanted to hit him, and I wanted to hug him at the same time. So I reached up to touch him, but I couldn't. My hand just went through. I pulled my hand back quickly and stared. "Blake?"

Yes....?

"How are you-" I couldn't finish my sentence. I knew that I couldn't. He wasn't there. It was my imagination. I was imagining things. But I felt the cold rush over my fingers when my hand passed through him. He was there, wasn't he?

I'm a ghost Katie.... But I'll always be here....

"No! I want you to be alive! You're not there for me, you're dead!" I yelled as tears streamed down my face.

But I am here Katie...

"No you're not! You aren't here!"

I turned away from him and ran up the pathway. I heard him call after me but I didn't look back. I just ran. I ran.