• onetosearch 22w

    My eyes finally open to the brightness of the scene around me. Faces. I saw faces buried in a dark cloak, hands slowly extending to touch my cheek. I could feel nothing. I felt light and slightly dizzy, and my mind was just a whirl. I slowly sat up, receiving no response from the people around me. I look around me, seeing valley after valley comprised of dark figurines. Somber faces casted tones of despair, lighted only slightly for the glory of God.

    “I can feel him here,” a woman beside me whispered, tears dripping off the chin of her hidden face. A young girl beside her clung to her, “Then lift your veil, momma, and let him see your face again before he leaves,” she mentioned quietly, lifting her own veil. I stared at the young lady, bending over the casket to reach my shivering hand to her cheek. However, as I leaned, I only fell through the wooden cage, landing on the ground- without a bang. I look up from the prickly grass, watching as the older woman removed her veil, and my eyes watered. “Yes, Meredith, he’s still here,” my mother cut off. I quickly bring myself to sit on my knees. I touch Meredith’s cheeks finally, staring into her beautiful eyes, watered with sorrow for me- for my mother. “I think I feel him too, mom.” She leaned on her, smiling a little, clearly recalling the little moments I had spent with her. I began to speak, quickly, panicky, worriedly, “Meredith, I- I am so sorry that I never was there for you. I should’ve been at the hospital when- I should’ve paid attention after- I should’ve-” I began to break down at this point, unable to finish a single sentence. Sobbing, I looked up at my mother, “Momma, you know I have always loved you. I just- I just need time.” But just like that, the veil hid the faces I loved, and the blackness of the valley embraced them as they walked away with the sound of Redeeming Grace.

    *

        The bright shining of headlights were scattered throughout the dark wood, dancing and placing corners. I sat on a bench, sinking back to the ground. I stared at the lights of the city and the creeps of the road, wishing for a smoke. This meant I was lost again in the park, where I remember momma and Monet, a shrill woman, searching for me as a rebellious preteen, but, now, I was searching, searching for my story and the reason I died. I was too young to have died; I was only seventeen. I desperately wanted momma and Meredith, sweet Meredith. I regret not picking up the skinny, brunette doll and making her fly to Spiderman, who was controlled by sweet Meredith. I regret not helping momma cook the fancy Thanksgiving meal and setting up the table. Now that I was dead, I had many regrets- regrets I could never fix now.

        I stare up at the sky, secretly begging God to send me back home, but I didn’t hear His voice yet. I didn’t even see any movement in the sky or the sound of a trumpet or the chatter of a horse’s hooves or the sparkle of a chariot or the growth of wings, not even a slight tilt of the cloud above. I saw nothing but the darkness of the city, restless, darkened, and lost like me. This was only the beginning...

    ©onetosearch