The tears fall down my cheeks as the wind ruffles my hair that has fallen outside my hood. My vision is blurry as I look down at the ground below me. As the tears fall I can hear the birds have stop singing and I fall to my knees and cry more my sobs racked my body as it shook. My hands pressed flatly against the ground as I let out small whimpers and sobs, the sounds disgust me at how sickly they sounded. I look up to the grey hard stone in front of me, it was such a sickly colour it made me even more upset. My dad’s grave stone read
In loving memory of
Robert Prince
A Loving husband and father
Who died on the
23rd August 2015
One of the funniest
And caring people
I stood up as I wiped away my tears and whispered softly to the grave.
“I love you dad I wish you were still here and I was still able to be your little angel again” my hoarse voice was barely able to get the words out as I kissed the grave and walked towards the cemeteries exit. My aunt dress in a nice flowy black sun dress was waiting for me.
I walked up to her hugging her tightly as the hood of my jumper fell off, the wind thrashing my hair everywhere. I wore black skinny jeans and a black hoodie since I rarely wore dresses without being forced. Today my aunt didn’t feel like she needed to force me to wear a dress.
As we drove back to my aunt’s house I leaned my head against the window the once luscious, green scenery seemed grey and bland to me. My mind had nothing but the slab of stone used for my father’s grave stone. To think my whole world could turn to a gray dimness from a happy, cheerful way. I loved the days with my dad; every day was different, always something new to do. But, now that is now gone. I hated this feeling, I hated this me.
The car suddenly stopped making me lurch forward from my seat and causing me to hit my head lightly on the window. I rubbed my head and clicked my tongue as I undid my seatbelt unhappy we had reached my aunt’s house already. Her house in a small town an hour away from London, I hated the country. Well I hated it now since it’s got so many memories of my aunt, dad and I from when I was little and we would play together here.
I opened my door and closed it fairly hard as I walked up the steps to the ugly faded blue door. My aunt unlocked it as she opened the door I stepped in and walked straight to my room hugging myself. I felt the fresh tears prick at my eyes as I sat down in the chair built into my three panel window. I leaned my head on one of the three windows and sniffled as I felt the fresh tears run down my damp cheeks.
I hated that all I could was cry and grieve but it’s all the emotion I could manage right now. I heard my aunt talking to someone down stairs and glanced at my door before looking back out my window. The scenery was nice if you weren’t seeing everything black and white.
A line of trees stood at our back yard leading into a forest like area we had here in the country. My aunt has roses and many other exotic but beautiful flowers planted in her garden, I loved her garden but the colour had been sapped out of my vision. The faint light that was keeping me going was gone now and I had nothing but my aunt now.
I wish at least my mother was still here but no I had nothing, no parents, no relatives except my aunt who wanted me and no friends. I was all alone, my aunt wasn’t the best talker, but I didn’t mind the fact of being alone. Maybe this way I won’t get hurt, right?
A flicker of light caught my attention in the line of trees; I looked carefully for it but didn’t see it again. I got up and went to the garden ignoring who my aunt was talking to. I went to the far end of the garden the fence keeping me a few feet from the trees, the light flickered again but this time laughter of a man followed it. They both faded quickly, but I quickly jumped the fence and ran to the beginning of the forest like area. I followed the laughter and mumbled words along with the light to a small area that was full of beautiful, colourful flowers.
A male figure sat with a young woman who was obviously pregnant, they were both admiring her stomach. I moved closer neither of the figures moved, or even noticed me. I watched them they both laughed as the male placed a circle made of flowers on the woman’s stomach.
“Now what should we name her? Dakota? Amber?” the male spoke softly as he kissed the woman’s stomach smiling widely.
“Definitely Dakota!” the woman said happily and eagerly to the man who just laughed softly placing his hands on her stomach.
“Dakota then…..Dakota mummy and daddy are going to love you lots” he said softly like he was talking to the little girl as if she was there.
I felt myself crumble to the ground as my legs gave out underneath me tears streaming down my face. These people were my parents; I was seeing one of their memories. I knew dad loved my name Dakota but he had never told me why, but now I know why. My mother had so carefully and eagerly picked my name while she and dad were in this beautiful place.
Dakota………….
My name was being called but it was a faint angelic like sound to my ears, my body shook as I felt my vision going black. When I opened my eyes I realized I had fallen asleep crying while sitting in my windows chair. My aunt had been shaking me attempting to wake me up, I looked at her and wiped my face free of the dried tears.
“Dakota honey there is someone I’d like you to meet” she spoke softly and moved to the side revealing a male about the same age as me standing behind her. He was obviously taller than her but I hadn’t taken much notice, but now he grabbed my attention. He literally seemed to glow and cast a golden like light on my old, worn room.
He was one of the most gorgeous guys I had seen, I admit some guys were good looking at my old school but nothing compared to this guy. I must have been gapping because he let out a low chuckle that was like a harmony to my ears. I blushed lightly as my aunt smiled at my expression; for once I wasn’t sad or depressed but embarrassed.
“Hey I’m Gabriel Black we played once when we were little kids” his voice was low and slightly hoarse, goosebumps running down my arms.
He seemed like perfection in itself. I had to know him, my soul felt drawn to him. Maybe this was fate or I really loved my aunt at the moment for letting me know such a gorgeous guy.
“H-Hey I’m Dakota Prince, uh nice to meet you” my voice was shaking and slightly hoarse from my crying but I tried to make it sound as normal as possible.
I stood my head just reaching passed his shoulders and offered my hand for the normal hand shake and introduction thing people did all the time. As we shook hands I noticed that I looked awful and felt suddenly really self-conscious about my appearance.
“Well Katherine maybe I could give Dakota a tour of the town while we got to know each other more?” Gabriel’s voice was kind and gentle making me shiver as he spoke.
I felt myself scream mentally yes to my aunt, Katherine, as she smiled and saw my eagerness to go with Gabriel. Gabriel smiled at me as he looked at my aunt as he waited for her answer his hands were in his jean pockets but I swear I saw him cross his fingers.
“Sounds good to me but this miss needs to get cleaned up first” her hands landed on my shoulders as I blushed and looked at the floor. I was ushered to the bathroom as Gabriel showed his understanding and talked to my aunt as he waited.
I quickly got into the shower and washed my hair and face as I nearly was jumping with excitement that I got to hang out with a gorgeous guy I knew as a kid apparently. I got out of the shower and looked at my reflection in the mirror.
My eyes that were once I nice bright blue were slightly red and pale. My hair was a tangled mess and had lost the nice look of its natural colour; my skin was pale and gross. I looked like a mess and I didn’t really want anyone to see me like this to be honest.
I knew I wasn’t the prettiest or smartest girl out there but this was the worse state I have ever been in. I pull my wet, tangled mess of hair in a ponytail and half dry the ends as I put on some mascara to darken my eyes to try and hid the redness of them. I wrap the plush, soft purple towel around myself and half run back to my room to get dressed.
I dry off and throw the towel aside, the cold on my naked body felt well good since it was stuffy in the bathroom that has no windows. I go to my wardrobe and scavenge through my draws for a pair of patching undies and bra, of course they were black. Great, now finding an outfit to go over the top would be impossible.
I soon find a pair of ripped black, skinny, jeans to match a tight dark purple long sleeve top. I also wore my black converses and a white scarf to break up the dark colours. I inspect myself in the mirror and I have to admit to myself I look hot! Good choice in clothes me! I think to myself as I walk out into the kitchen to join my aunt and new found lost friend, who is totally gorgeous.
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