Even If It Kills Me
Maybe a Little
It was bright and sunny the day I left the hospital, which gave me a sense of familiarity. The guys, Beth, and Toni came to pick me up.
“Let’s go out to lunch somewhere,” Tony suggested, once we were out in the parking lot.
Everyone else voiced their agreement as I thoughtfully glanced around the lot.
I thought I saw someone I knew, but I also knew it couldn’t possibly be her.
She stood nearby, just watching me as my friends argue about where we should eat.
She had long, straight, glossy brown hair and piercingly bright blue eyes. She had a small frame and her face was composed of flawless features. She grinned when our eyes met, her smile revealing perfect white teeth.
She winked at me before continuing on her way.
“Hey! Wait up!” I yelled, tearing my arm away from Toni’s as I started to chase after her.
“Justin!” Toni called in confusion. I stopped running after a few minutes or so; as soon as I realized I couldn’t see her anymore. Where did she go?
“Justin!” Matt shouted, closely following. “Who are you yelling at?”
“No one,” I said. “I wasn’t-” I stopped, realizing I was in a graveyard.
I frowned, not remembering having entered one as I ran. I automatically continued walking along the path for no apparent reason.
“Justin, what-” Matt said again, following me. I came to a stop in front of a particular grave. There was nothing special about it, really. It was just a plain tombstone. I crouched down to read the name. I shivered as I read it, even though it wasn’t cold out.
Angelica Evans
1977 -1997
I rubbed my arms, where countless goose bumps had sprung up. I stood up slowly.
“Matt, what-what does that tombstone say?” I asked him, for fear I was hallucinating.
“Angelica Evans,” he read, squinting a little. “Why?”
I sighed in half-relief.
I’m not crazy. Well…for the most part.
It actually happened.
“No reason,” I replied. He frowned at me in confusion.
“Okay…” he said. I headed back the way we came in and he followed wordlessly.
“Justin, what are you doing?” Toni demanded, as soon as I rejoined them all. “Are you crazy?”
“Maybe a little,” I agreed, before linking my arm with hers again. She shook her head.
“God, Justin. If you don’t want Mexican food, we could get Chinese. You didn’t have to run away,” Tony teased. I smiled.
“Sorry guys,” I apologized, as we got into the cars.
“Let’s go out to lunch somewhere,” Tony suggested, once we were out in the parking lot.
Everyone else voiced their agreement as I thoughtfully glanced around the lot.
I thought I saw someone I knew, but I also knew it couldn’t possibly be her.
She stood nearby, just watching me as my friends argue about where we should eat.
She had long, straight, glossy brown hair and piercingly bright blue eyes. She had a small frame and her face was composed of flawless features. She grinned when our eyes met, her smile revealing perfect white teeth.
She winked at me before continuing on her way.
“Hey! Wait up!” I yelled, tearing my arm away from Toni’s as I started to chase after her.
“Justin!” Toni called in confusion. I stopped running after a few minutes or so; as soon as I realized I couldn’t see her anymore. Where did she go?
“Justin!” Matt shouted, closely following. “Who are you yelling at?”
“No one,” I said. “I wasn’t-” I stopped, realizing I was in a graveyard.
I frowned, not remembering having entered one as I ran. I automatically continued walking along the path for no apparent reason.
“Justin, what-” Matt said again, following me. I came to a stop in front of a particular grave. There was nothing special about it, really. It was just a plain tombstone. I crouched down to read the name. I shivered as I read it, even though it wasn’t cold out.
Angelica Evans
1977 -1997
I rubbed my arms, where countless goose bumps had sprung up. I stood up slowly.
“Matt, what-what does that tombstone say?” I asked him, for fear I was hallucinating.
“Angelica Evans,” he read, squinting a little. “Why?”
I sighed in half-relief.
I’m not crazy. Well…for the most part.
It actually happened.
“No reason,” I replied. He frowned at me in confusion.
“Okay…” he said. I headed back the way we came in and he followed wordlessly.
“Justin, what are you doing?” Toni demanded, as soon as I rejoined them all. “Are you crazy?”
“Maybe a little,” I agreed, before linking my arm with hers again. She shook her head.
“God, Justin. If you don’t want Mexican food, we could get Chinese. You didn’t have to run away,” Tony teased. I smiled.
“Sorry guys,” I apologized, as we got into the cars.
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Oh, Matt, he's such a sweetie…if only he were ten years younger. ; ) Hahaha, I’ll stop being a creep now. Hmm, now I want to write a Matt story. Argh, I have too many ideas and not enough time. : /On another note: Remember my psycho neighbor? Well I wrote a poem about her for my own entertainment that I just posted, which is actually a few limericks put together.....I surprised myself, I didn't know I could write structured poetry. Limericks are fun.
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