You Are Not Alone

Okay, i'm taking a break from my Raven story to do this contest
i wasn't sure that my writing was good enough to do it but then i thought, hey, you never know till you try! :)

enjoy!! :)

Chapter 1

January 2nd 2013

It has been a whole year since I lost my best friend. I remember the day I received the news like it was yesterday.

It was 8:30am and I was just about to head out the door for school when the phone rang. I froze on the doorstep and my knuckles turned white on the handle, my heart jumped into my throat and my feet suddenly felt glued to the floor.

My sister, Lila, made her way down the stairs and lightly touched my shoulder before going to answer the phone. Finally the piercing ring of the phone ended and I waited with bated breath as she lifted the receiver to her ear. I slowly turned my head to look at her, it seemed that was the only part of my body that was able to function. My eyes followed the colour as it drained from her face, she slowly put down the phone and turned to look at me, her eyes brimming with tears.

The room began to sway in my vision, I couldn't catch my breath. My legs suddenly gave in beneath me and before I knew it my head hit the tiled floor of the hallway. Lila rushed over to me and lifted me up so I was resting against her, "I'm so sorry, Krystal. I'm so sorry." She repeated these words to me over and over until they all blurred into meaningless noise that hummed under the ringing in my ears.

I don't remember much of what happened the rest of that day. I only remember speaking once. I remember being stood outside her hospital room where she had been staying for the past month and looking up at the nurse talking to her mum. I asked in a quiet voice, "Was she alone?" No one heard me the first time, so I cleared my throat and tried again, "Was she alone?" The nurse turned to me and gripped my arm, "She slipped away in the night, I'm sorry. No one was with her at the time."

I took a deep breath and felt the anger boiling up inside me. My hands balled into fists and hot tears spilled down my face, the nurse tried to console me but I wasn't listening. I turned and fled from the hospital. I raced across the car park and didn't stop until it felt like my lungs were on fire. I collapsed to the ground and slammed my hand down onto the gravelly surface causing cuts and scrapes that I didn't notice at the time. I furiously wiped the tears from my eyes and looked up at the sky, taking in short, shallow breaths "I broke my promise."

"Krystal?" I blinked and looked up at Lila, she smiled at me gently and placed a large bunch of red roses down. "Come on, you've been sat here nearly an hour. It's time to go home." I nodded and Lila went to join the small gathering that had come to Anna's grave to commemorate a year since her passing. I ran my fingers lightly over her name and bent my head, "I hope you're not alone now." I smile and look up at the sky as I had that day, the clouds slowly move across the sky and I feel a gentle breeze wrap around my body. I laugh quietly and know that she is okay, Anna isn't suffering anymore.

I look back down at her grave stone and know that if I was in the same position as she had been in, I would never have been so brave. She faced cancer for 7 months before passing away. She was never scared of the treatment she had to receive, nor was she scared of death. Her only fear was that she would die alone. As I stand I feel a shaking in my legs, the thought that I couldn't be there with her making my heart feel heavy.

I turned to leave and I spotted an old woman stood by a grave. She looked up at me and smiled. I nodded in respect and took a step to go when she beckoned me over, I felt that I couldn't say no so I slowly made my way over. I came to a stop beside her and saw that the grave dated back 20 years. A lump formed in my throat at the thought of this woman being alone for 20 years, she looked up at me and gripped my hand, "I couldn't be with my husband when he left this life. That is the only regret I have."

I gasped and tightened my grip on her hand, she smiled and patted the top of my hand. She held out a small, sequined bag and gestured for me to take it. "It's too late for me, but this will help you." I held out both my hands and she placed the bag carefully into my waiting hands. "Drink this before you sleep tonight."

I opened the bag and pulled out a small, round bottle, no bigger than my thumb. "What is it?"
She smiled and looked back down at her husband's grave, "It will help ease the pain of the loss you have suffered."
"Thank you." I dropped the bottle back into the bag and slipped it into my coat pocket.

"Krystal! We have to get going now." I waved my acknowledgement and thanked the lady one more time before running over to my family. I kept my hand over my pocket on the journey home and watched the world fly by as I wondered with excitement what this little potion would do.

I know that accepting the bottle and actually thinking of drinking it was a mad idea, completely insane, but the bottle gave me a feeling that I hadn't properly felt in a year. Happiness. So when the time finally came for me to sleep, I sat on my bed and pulled the bottle from the bag. The glass shone in the moonlight and as I unscrewed the cap I felt a little fluttering of butterflies in my stomach. I put the bottle to my lips and swallowed the liquid in one. I set the bottle down on my nightstand and led down to stare at the ceiling that was dotted with glow-in-the-dark stars. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep that night.

I woke with a start and looked at the time, it was 9pm. I frowned and lifted the clock so I could look closer at the time. I had come to bed at 11:30 so why was it telling me the time was 9 o'clock? I threw the clock on my bed and ran down the stairs, pausing at the bottom. I looked down at my clothes and saw I was in a pair of jeans and a plain blue t-shirt. I gripped the shirt in my hand and raced into the living room and my parents looked up at me, "What's the matter?" I shook my head and noticed that the Christmas decorations were different.

I backed out the living room and stumbled into the kitchen, the dining table had been set up ready for a party. Food was cooking in the oven and glasses were scattered around the sides. I felt tears gathering in my eyes and blinked them back, "This can't be happening." I rushed back to the living room and pressed 'info' on the TV controller. Sure enough, the date was January 1st 2012. The day Anna died.

I grabbed my jacket off the hook by the door and stuffed my feet into the first pair of shoes I could find. "I'm going to see Anna." I had the door open and was out of the garden before my parents had even got to the front door.

I ran the whole way to the hospital and didn't stop until I was stood outside Anna's room. I leaned against the wall and took a few moments to compose myself before opening the door and stepping inside.

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