Post by helena alicia rush on Apr 24, 2009 19:19:00 GMT -5
Helena always seemed to be finding herself in the cemetery. Even when she was little she was always sneaking off to go into them, though she had more of a reason to go to them now. The cemetery here actually had her sibling’s graves, and she ended up in front of them at least once a week, sometimes even more than once a day. Tonight, like almost every other night, she let her feet take her wherever they wanted. She kept her eyes on the ground as she walked, knowing where she was going only in the back of her mind.
Hearing the wind howl a little and wipe around her, she looked up. Her feet had leaded her to one of her brother’s grave, the one that had died last year. Helena pulled at her black My Chemical Romance hoodie, trying to make herself warmer, even though it wasn’t really working. Not bothering to wipe away the few drops of liquid running down her face slowly, she kneeled down, and looked directly at the name on the gravestone. Her fingers gently traced the outline of his name, and the years that he was alive. A small smile appeared on her face, only for a split second, as she saw all the writings that she had added to the stone with a pen, most of them were fading, but she could still see the ‘I will never forget you’ and the ‘I love you’ and ‘I’m sorry’.
Pulling a pen out of her pocket, she lifted it up the stone, and started writing some more. “I knew you longer than everyone else. You and Phoebe lasted the longest here. Maybe I’ll be able to beat both of you.” she whispered, pretending that she was talking to him. But she did feel like he could hear her, in some way at least. “I’ll miss all your stories about Ignatius and Thaddeus. And how awful they were to share a room with.” she chuckled softly, letting memories wash over her. “I miss you.” she whispered, quieter than before, and wrote that down on the stone. She took a few more moments to just stare at the stone, and remember him.
Shaking her head, Helena debated over getting up. She couldn’t just sit here all night, like she had done other nights, but she often fell asleep in front of the gravestones. After a few moments before she forced herself up. Taking a few steps away from the gravestone, she stopped. Maybe she didn’t want to go away just yet; she hadn’t stayed that long yet anyway. Walking back to the stone, she sat back down on the ground in front of his tombstone. Helena just stared at it, her clench of her pen tightening a bit.
