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Post by Elena Gilbert on Oct 29, 2014 21:23:48 GMT -6
In Memory
Grayson Gilbert Miranda Sommers Gilbert
May 23, 2009
Loving Parents
She stared at the tombstone, reading it over and over. It was now embedded in her head. The dirt was still fresh on the grave, it hadn't even had time to settle. The funeral was yesterday, the service was beautiful and everyone had nothing but kind things to say about her parents. She got up to speak but couldn't handle it and was ushered back to her seat by her Aunt Jenna. Her life had changed in a matter of forty eight hours. She could remember skipping out on family night and regretted it, hated herself for not just staying home.
She was angry, feeling so much in despair that she really didn't care if she went on or not. Her parents were dead--because of her. She swallowed hard and looked down at the pictures in her hand.
Last Edit: Oct 29, 2014 21:24:44 GMT -6 by Elena Gilbert
Post by Elena Gilbert on Oct 29, 2014 21:29:19 GMT -6
"I remember this day. We had gone out to the old cabin in the woods to camp and fish. That was when Jeremy tried to catch a gator and keep it as a pet." She smiled softly, a droplet of water falling onto the photo. She wiped her eyes and sniffled, fighting hard to continue on.
"I'm so sorry...this is all my fault. I should have stayed home, I shouldn't have left." Her shoulders shook with her sobs as her pain overtook her completely. The fresh flowers were still there on the grave, causing her to shut her eyes to block it all out. This was not happening, she was just dreaming. She'd wake up in any minute and it would be a nightmare.
Only...she never did.
Her eyes snapped open and she set the pictures aside, getting to her knees as she placed her hands on top of the mound that covered their grave. Her fingers curled into the dirt, some of it going under her nails. "Please...come back..."
Post by Elena Gilbert on Oct 29, 2014 21:35:11 GMT -6
"And then what happens?"
She stared into space and spoke in almost a monotone voice. "I tried to dig them out."
Do you have this dream often?" Her therapist asked her and she slowly looked up to meet her eyes. Tears brimming them as sadness claimed her again. She swallowed and looked down at her hands before nodding her silent answer. "It's my fault." She said softly.
Feeling Dr. Campbell's hand on her knee, she looked up at felt the tears roll down her cheeks. "Elena, this is not your fault. Death is something that has to happen for the world to go on. It's a cycle, no one can cheat death. You cannot keep blaming yourself or you won't move on. School will be starting soon, are you excited about that?"
"Matt'll be there."
"That's good. You look forward to it?"
"That's the problem...he'll want to just pick up again like nothing happened. Like I didn't skip the last night I'd have with my parents to go to some stupid bonfire to argue with him." She realized her voice had gotten shaky and higher. "Forget it. Are we done?"
"I suppose if you feel you've talked enough?"
"Yes..I have." She shut herself down again and grabbed her bag before standing. Two weeks ago, her life had forever changed and she was just expected to move on? How could she possibly move on when she lost her parents, her guidance, part of herself?
Post by Elena Gilbert on Oct 29, 2014 21:38:34 GMT -6
[At the actual grave]
"My doctor says I'm progressing, whatever that means. Jer...he's still struggling. I think he's hanging out with some bad news kids, but it's too early to tell. He won't talk to me. He probably blames me too, but I sort of agree with him there." She looked down at the yellow and pink roses in her hands. Inhaling the sweet smell as she closed her eyes, it reminded her of the soft perfume her mom used to wear.
"They say it gets easier. With time and all. I don't see how. I don't see how you're supposed to just forget that someone you loved is dead. Never coming back. Gone forever..." She swallowed the lump in her throat and knelt before the tombstone, tracing the words as tears rolled down her face.
Setting the roses down, she looked back at the words. "I'm sorry mom, dad. I'm so sorry..."