Living Death.
part 03
// FabStories
"You are going to
look beautiful, trust me," my mother tells me.
Now where have I heard that before,
I think to myself sarcastically. I ponder this for a moment, then
tune in to my mother as she is getting ready several products of
make-up. I watch her for a few seconds, then say, "You know
what? I'm just going to go to Starbucks...I just want some
time to myself. Plus, I can get ready later."
But, strangely, she doesn't seem to hear
me. I repeat what I say, but she goes on saying, "Are you
okay? You don't seem excited for your one and only sixteenth
birthday."
What the
heck, I wonder. I wave my hands in front of her face
crazily, but she doesn't react. Doesn't even flinch. I
even try smacking her clean across the face, but she completely
ignores me. I shriek in her ear multiple times, desperate for an
answer, but she continues speaking, "Oh, get in the party
mood!"
I sigh, exasperated. I rise from my chair,
and exit the room, rolling my eyes. She continues talking to an
empty space, where I think I'm supposed to be. Then it hits
me. I'm back; I'm back from my death and exactly on the
day of my death. Only everything is frozen in time, nothing
changing. Does that mean I'm going to have to
die again, I think. The asnwer would most likely be yes, but
I block that thought from my mind.
I grab my coat and slip it on, then start
walking to Starbucks. It was close to home and very familiar to
me, since I went there almost every day. When I was alive, that
is. The thought of hot chocolate and curling up in a comfy chair
makes me cheer up a little. On the way there, I think of why I
could possibly be returning to the day of my death when I
had just died...maybe punishment?
But that doesn't make sense, I
say to myself as I swing Starbuck's doors open. Surely
there would be a more important reason. I randomly take my hot
chocolate, since no one could hear me anyways, and immediately
take a sip when I have it; the sweet taste exploding across my
tongue. I hold onto it tightly and turn around quickly, rather
excited to sit down and give my aching legs a rest. But I was
just a bit too quick, and ended up colliding with a boy about my
age. Everything felt as if it was slow motion: I watched my hot
chocolate slip out of my hands and the contents spilling all over
us, and we ended up crashing onto the floor, me on top. I stared
into his sea green eyes, and start wondering whether he'll
react to me or not, since I was dead. But he surprised
me.
"I'm really sorry," he says,
trying to rise from underneath me. I apologize and get off, not
once taking my eyes off him. He bends down to help wipe off a bit
of hot chocolate that got on my shirt.
But just as he was bending over, I felt his
lips accidentally brush against my cheek, sending tingles down to
my toes.
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