Life's Expectations
I was feeling kinda depressed when i wrote this, i was thinking about my cousin Tyler. He died this summer and i kept on thinking about the funeral.
I love you Tyler, you'll always be with me in my heart.
No matter how far away you are.
This story is dedicated to all the people who have ever lost someone, and felt like a piece of them has died with that person.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
I was sitting by a sea-blue sparking lake, and under the shining sun in black clothes next to my sister, Amelia.
She died a year and a half ago.
She was murdered.
A boy, Marco Hernandez, shot her seven times in an alley.
She was only fifteen.
And i saw it all.
We were walking home from picking up some groceries for our mama, the alley was a shortcut that we always took instead of going around so many buildings.
Marco was a kid we knew from school.
A kid who got picked on so many times by my other sister, Emily.
Who looked so much, like my sweet Amelia.
He mistaked Amelia for Emily and shot her.
When he realized it wasn't her he apologized non-stop.
"Oh, Jesus Jace I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry,Please forgive me!!"
But i didn't listen.
His pleading voice was drowned out by the screams of my pain.
The horror of my heart.
The treachery of my soul.
I crawled to her body and cradled her in my arms.
I whispered her name over and over again until i was finally so filled with rage and pain and grief that i screamed her name.
Over and over again i heard the gun shots.
Over and over again i heard the sounds that meant death.
Over and over again i heard her scream in agony.
Over and over again i heard the cries of pain coming from her voice.
Cold tears were streaming down my face.
By the time the police came i was bathed in blood and dirt and Marco had already ran off.
The grief was plain on my face.
They had to pry me off of her.
But i didn't want to let go.
They brought me the the morgue and i just sat next to her body and rewinded the scene in my mind.
The scared look on her face.
The screams from her voice.
The tortured look in her eyes when she lay limp on the concrete.
The blood flowing from her body.
The paleness of her skin.
The look on peoples faces as i walked by them,
Their whispers in my ear.
For a year and a half i did nothing.
I quit all my sports.
I failed all my classes.
I didn't talk to any one of my friends.
I basically cut myself off from the outside world.
The big things didn't matter anymore.
I realized how useless it all was.
Hanging around people who did stupid things.
Taking life for granted.
Life wasn't a free ticket, it was a gift.
A gift so many people didn't want.
Emo's and some goth's or suicides thought they had it hard.
Thought that just because there parents beat them or there parents drank and hit them and caused them grief or something like that they had every right to be in pain.
They had no idea what pain was.
They had no idea how it truly felt to be filled with sadness.
To be lost.
~Amelia was wearing a long white dress with a crown made of various flowers and twigs on her head that she made herself.
She was so beautiful.
She had light brown hair and dark blue eyes, with such heart, that not even a murderer like Marco could stand killing her without feeling terrible.
Whenever she smiled my whole world lit up at the thought that she was happy.
~Amelia Avery
Beloved sister and daughter
I993-2008
'Let your light shine, so that the whole world, will know how happiness can lift a soul.'
My name is Jace Avery.
And i am almost dead.
A doctor, Sarah Stune, has cut a major artery while performing surgery on me.
She's trying to control the bleeding.
But i'm already mostly dead.
In a few moments, i will meet my maker, and ask him all the questions i can think of.
Something i have always dreamed of.
I'll be with my sister Amelia, forever.
And i will forget the terrible past that haunted me since i was sixteen.
The terrible past that i have relived everyday.
In a few moments I will be happy.
And nothing, will ever cause me pain again.
"Does it hurt?"I asked sitting by a sea blue sparkling lake and under the shining sun.
"Dying?" Amelia asked.
She reached out and touched my face, gently caressing my cheek. I put my hand over hers and for the first time in along time, i truly, and happily smiled.
"Quicker and easier than falling asleep." She said with a honey-sweet voice that i missed so much.
And then, just like that, my human life, became unknown to me.
I took Amelia's hand and we walked on the path to meet my Lord.
I looked into her eyes and cried, this time with joy, and said "My sweet Amelia. I love you. I love you."
~I walked into Jace's room for the first time since he died, and looked at a picture of him and my daughter Amelia on his desk, I fell to my knees on the floor and silently sobbed.
I picked up my head from my hands and saw a note on his bed.
I stood up to walk and pick it up and cried with tears of happiness and sadness together as i read it.
~Dear mama,
By the time you read this i will be dead, i don't know how i knew, but i just felt it, i could feel Amelia calling to me. And i knew it was my time to go.
I love you mama and i always will, no matter how far away i am, i will always look over you and the family.
Besides, we're Hispanics, that's what we do. :)
Love Everlasting,
Jace & Amelia.
I looked up and closed my eyes, knowing that somewhere, my baby girl was laughing, any my baby boy was having the time of his life and finally, smiling.
The End.
Jace Avery
1992-2010
Beloved son and brother
'Life isn't a free ticket, it's a gift.'
I was sitting by a sea-blue sparking lake, and under the shining sun in black clothes next to my sister, Amelia.
She died a year and a half ago.
She was murdered.
A boy, Marco Hernandez, shot her seven times in an alley.
She was only fifteen.
And i saw it all.
We were walking home from picking up some groceries for our mama, the alley was a shortcut that we always took instead of going around so many buildings.
Marco was a kid we knew from school.
A kid who got picked on so many times by my other sister, Emily.
Who looked so much, like my sweet Amelia.
He mistaked Amelia for Emily and shot her.
When he realized it wasn't her he apologized non-stop.
"Oh, Jesus Jace I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry,Please forgive me!!"
But i didn't listen.
His pleading voice was drowned out by the screams of my pain.
The horror of my heart.
The treachery of my soul.
I crawled to her body and cradled her in my arms.
I whispered her name over and over again until i was finally so filled with rage and pain and grief that i screamed her name.
Over and over again i heard the gun shots.
Over and over again i heard the sounds that meant death.
Over and over again i heard her scream in agony.
Over and over again i heard the cries of pain coming from her voice.
Cold tears were streaming down my face.
By the time the police came i was bathed in blood and dirt and Marco had already ran off.
The grief was plain on my face.
They had to pry me off of her.
But i didn't want to let go.
They brought me the the morgue and i just sat next to her body and rewinded the scene in my mind.
The scared look on her face.
The screams from her voice.
The tortured look in her eyes when she lay limp on the concrete.
The blood flowing from her body.
The paleness of her skin.
The look on peoples faces as i walked by them,
Their whispers in my ear.
For a year and a half i did nothing.
I quit all my sports.
I failed all my classes.
I didn't talk to any one of my friends.
I basically cut myself off from the outside world.
The big things didn't matter anymore.
I realized how useless it all was.
Hanging around people who did stupid things.
Taking life for granted.
Life wasn't a free ticket, it was a gift.
A gift so many people didn't want.
Emo's and some goth's or suicides thought they had it hard.
Thought that just because there parents beat them or there parents drank and hit them and caused them grief or something like that they had every right to be in pain.
They had no idea what pain was.
They had no idea how it truly felt to be filled with sadness.
To be lost.
~Amelia was wearing a long white dress with a crown made of various flowers and twigs on her head that she made herself.
She was so beautiful.
She had light brown hair and dark blue eyes, with such heart, that not even a murderer like Marco could stand killing her without feeling terrible.
Whenever she smiled my whole world lit up at the thought that she was happy.
~Amelia Avery
Beloved sister and daughter
I993-2008
'Let your light shine, so that the whole world, will know how happiness can lift a soul.'
My name is Jace Avery.
And i am almost dead.
A doctor, Sarah Stune, has cut a major artery while performing surgery on me.
She's trying to control the bleeding.
But i'm already mostly dead.
In a few moments, i will meet my maker, and ask him all the questions i can think of.
Something i have always dreamed of.
I'll be with my sister Amelia, forever.
And i will forget the terrible past that haunted me since i was sixteen.
The terrible past that i have relived everyday.
In a few moments I will be happy.
And nothing, will ever cause me pain again.
"Does it hurt?"I asked sitting by a sea blue sparkling lake and under the shining sun.
"Dying?" Amelia asked.
She reached out and touched my face, gently caressing my cheek. I put my hand over hers and for the first time in along time, i truly, and happily smiled.
"Quicker and easier than falling asleep." She said with a honey-sweet voice that i missed so much.
And then, just like that, my human life, became unknown to me.
I took Amelia's hand and we walked on the path to meet my Lord.
I looked into her eyes and cried, this time with joy, and said "My sweet Amelia. I love you. I love you."
~I walked into Jace's room for the first time since he died, and looked at a picture of him and my daughter Amelia on his desk, I fell to my knees on the floor and silently sobbed.
I picked up my head from my hands and saw a note on his bed.
I stood up to walk and pick it up and cried with tears of happiness and sadness together as i read it.
~Dear mama,
By the time you read this i will be dead, i don't know how i knew, but i just felt it, i could feel Amelia calling to me. And i knew it was my time to go.
I love you mama and i always will, no matter how far away i am, i will always look over you and the family.
Besides, we're Hispanics, that's what we do. :)
Love Everlasting,
Jace & Amelia.
I looked up and closed my eyes, knowing that somewhere, my baby girl was laughing, any my baby boy was having the time of his life and finally, smiling.
The End.
Jace Avery
1992-2010
Beloved son and brother
'Life isn't a free ticket, it's a gift.'
3 Comments
This is my first story and i'm really nervous, so i hope you guys like it. I kinda felt like i could do more with it though, and then again i thought it was jut fine, but, it's up to you guys i guess:)
I liked it :) It was beautiful yet sad and cold at the same time. Great job :') It actually made me cry a bit. My condolences to your cousin :(
Thanks, i cried a little bit too. And that meant alot actually, But if you were wondering if he was murdered he wasn't, he died of head trauma. It was pretty funny sometimes when he woke up in the hospital, he thought he was the president.:)