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Post by E. Johnson on Jul 30, 2009 14:19:44 GMT -5
Erica quietly forced the cemetarys iron gate open before stepping inside. The eery air surrounded her making most people go back. Not her. She had plans to visit someone. The only person who came to pinewood, too. Her lost brother, Todd. After gaining entrance and being inside, Erica walked down the old, cement path that runs through the place. The long, winding path led all the way across to another gate, and split in a few places. The women walked to a crossroad and turned, heading toward a hill over-looking the place. On it, a lone tombstone sat on top. With the late day sun receding, the sun caused a shadow to over-cast the grave beneath it. Now sad and depressed, Erica started walking up the hill to the grave. Her heels digging into the dirt and her jewelry making a slight noise as she bopped and forced her body to go on.
Arriving at the spot, the women looked down. Her eyes a deep, saddening blue, just like how she was feeling right now. Tears begun welling up in her eyes as she kept gazing at the tombstone. The clouds ahead darkening as if signaling rain. Just then, a flashback happened to Erica.
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The rain poured down heavily as a lone person walked along an empty football field. The young jock carrying a football, signed by the fields main team, as well as a few flowers. At the end-zone of the field, a gravestone sat, untouched by people in the center, just under the field goal. Its occupant dieing recently. In front of his friends, family, loved and lovers. What was supposed to be a glorias day, ended in tradigy.
a few hours ago, it was a bright, sunny day for a final game of a football season. It was the championship game for a school in new york. and its players were waiting with anticipation. as the coach yelled for everyone to get their butts out there, and win the game, the team of tall, muscular jocks raced out that door. the crowd cheering their lungs out. In the midst of all the men, two friends were jogging beside each other. big smiles on their faces and the will to win in the hearts.
starting the game, the two boys got in their positions : quarterback and line backer. the ball was hiked and everyone moved. the home team was winning by 10. so then half-time came around. the team went to the locker room for a quick rest while the crowds waited with anticipation and whilst they bought food and beverages.
after running out back to the field, the team lined up for the next play. the sun taking its toll on the team. just before they hiked the ball, a loud gunshot was heard, followed by thousands of screams, then a faint thud sounded. the crowd gasped with horror while the team still tried to figure out what happened. but soon, they knew when a players mother screamed, "My baby! He's dead!". todd knew who it was, his best friend Mark. his heart stopped. He quickly raced over to his fallen friend and dropped to the ground. but his hopes were not over, the fallen teen managed to utter something before his last breath. 'think they could bury me on the field?' he asked before he passed. medics tried to revive him, but it was too late. however, they followed his wishes, and he was buried that day. he was placed in the endzone under the field goal. where one of many dedicated kicks went to him.
that same night, todd walked back to his best friends grave. the sky crying as if it too is sad. he neatly placed the game winning football and flowers on the grave. his familys famous color-changing eyes being blue, scanned over the tombstone. made in only a few hours and still looked good. it read his name, the year he was born and killed, and a line todd made up but everyone agreed with. 'the best damn linebacker anywhere'. just before he left, todd glanced back behind him to see his sister there as well. drenched with rain, her face red and puffy from crying, all the while she grasped lightly more flowers in her hands. she too, placed the gift on his plot, before convincing her brother to get out the rain.
too this day, marks grave still remains at the school he passed on at. the football still there. and his ghost practicing football some nights.'
"Just like before. . ." She mumbled before a few lonely tears began falling down her face. Her blue eyes shut slowly. Taking in a few more looks at the grave before stopping the tears. It had been months since Todd was shot. And in that time, not once had Erica gone to visit him. Her heart felt as if it was being pulled apart, breaking in short terms. She felt so bad for not visiting sooner. She just couldn't take it.
"Oh. . .These are for you." Erica whispered while she neatly placed a few roses on her brothers plot. Getting back up, Erica wiped a few tears away from her eyes. "I know. 'Flowers are girly' but I don't think a football would stay." She teased, forcing a smile to form on her lips. Erica took a quick glance around before taking a quick turn, took a hold of her skirt, and took a seat next to Todd. The cool ground giving her a slight chill. Taking a deep breath, the young lady shoved her face into her small hands and began crying. The tears flowing down and she had no control to stop them. "I'm sorry I wasn't there, Todd. You'd still be here if I never kicked you out. You'd still be lazing around my house or working in the gym. Gettin' ready for football." Erica managed to squeek in when she could.
Her hands now soaked, she lifted her head slowly, and gazed at the roses. The bright, red flowers were about the most colorful thing around this whole place. Even the pink in her outfit wasn't as bright. "I wish you was here, Todd." She said. "This way, I wouldn't have to call mom and daddy and tell them. 'Cause I haven't told them, yet. I just couldn't do it. My heart hurts too much. Nothin' in my life has made my heart hurt so bad as loosing you. I know, we had our ups and downs. But we're brother and. . well we was brother and sister." Erica managed to say before she bagan sobbing heavily again. She felt as if her breath was constricted and she had to gasp for breath. Then, a sudden feeling that another body was there, giving her a hug. Erica quickly stopped crying and looked around. Looking for the cause and yet, she couldn't find it. 'oh my god. his ghost!' Despite the small fear of ghost, Erica felt a little comforted. He obviously heard her and he was forgiving her. Her sorrow slowly went away, knowing she was forgiven. "I love you, bro." She said as a small grin appeared on her face. "Oh! I wrote you a note. It just says what I told you but. . . it has color." Erica's voice mumbled by her shuffleing in her purse. She quickly pulled out a folded piece of paper and some tape. The paper was quickly opened and taped to the grave-maker.
"Now that I look like shit." She complained. Her hands rummaged through her purse once more and pulled out a small, compact mirror. Erica opened it and looked at her face. Her eyeliner had run. With a sigh, she easily fixed it. "I guess I should call mom soon. She doesn't know what happened. But before I do, I should tell you about whats happened since you left." The girl took a deep breath before starting. "Lady. You remember, your horse. Well she passed on, too. I think it was 'caue she was depressed you haven't come to ride for so long. She missed her occasional gallops in the big field, and she missed working under your command. Yeah, I rode her. But, it didn't help. And I sold the baby. I had no time for her." Her talking stopped so she could think of anything else. "I think that's it. Man, I talk alot." Erica teased herself. A faint echo of a loud, thunder clap made her jump a bit. Senseing rain, Erica gather herself and got up. "I guess I should go. I really don't want to get wet. I'll call mommy later. Bye." She blew a kiss to her brother before slowly making her way down the hill and towards the gate. A few drops of water hit the burnettes head. 'great. i'ma be wet when i go to groom my babies.' She said in disgust.
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