ωӈɑﾅ'ʂ ℓєƒﾅ օƒ ɛԁɛɲ Ƿօʀﾅɛʀ "May God let Eden rest in peace," The priest concluded his long speech. "It's so sad she died, at this age too," The numerous guests chattered as they flooded into the nearby streets. The funeral had been so large, people were forced to stay in the parking lot and watch a video of it. From an aerial view, the crowd looked like a solid black blob, with the occasional speck of a brightly colored flower that was passed out during Eden's funeral. Jarret, Eden's brother, remained behind. He looked mournfully at the chestnut casket that held his beloved little sister. He could imagine her inside, with her flowing white dress, decked out in pink lilies. Locks of dark brown hair cascading down her back, almost reaching her hip, but not quite. "You okay there, Jarret?" The priest stepped down from his elaborately decorated podium. "Yeah, I just can't believe she's gone," Jarret tried to conceal the tears he desperately needed to shed. "It's okay to cry," The priest told him, "Especially after the loss of a loved one." Jarret began to sob. "I can't believe Eden's gone either, only nineteen years old," The priest recalled, "I remember learning of her just twelve years ago. This little seven year old girl was already entering highschool and had an IQ just four points below Einstein himself!" "Yeah, I remember too," Jarret was so proud of his sister at the time, even though she skipped to a grade above hm. "It was all over the news too, wasn't it?" The priest picked up a pile of discarded obituaries and tucked them under his arm. "Yeah, it was," Jarret smiled under the tears that made his face appear red and puffy. "Wanna see her one last time?" The priest asked, sliding over to the lock of the casket. "Yes, please," Jarret sniffled. The priest opened the casket slowly. Inside was a small, porcelain girl. Jarret thought that if he dared touch her, she'd be broken. The lilies around her were beginning to shrivel from being in the dark for the whole funeral. The white dress only reminded Jarret how pale and lifeless she was. "I'll leave you alone," The priest walked out of the large room and into the back room. Jarret began to softly caress his sister's cheek. How he missed the days when they would go eat ice cream in the park at summertime. One time, he thought, I accidentally dropped my ice cream cone and she gave hers to me. Those years were long gone, he hadn't been to that park for fourteen years now. Then, without thinking, Jarret leaned over and touched his sister's pale cheek with his lips. Then, after saying goodbye, he slowly walked out of the church. ________ Yup, this is what I get for watching Anime for six hours straight
the problem is that I don't think the original plan I had for this story will work very much now that I'm rereading this...
CHAPTER 2 Jarret climbed into the driver's seat of his car and started up the old, rickety thing the car saleman called an engine. He wondered what the rest of his life would be like without his dear Eden. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove to an intersection just a few yards away. "WEEOOWEEOOWEOO!" An ambulance called as it zoomed past him. "Poor person," Jarret muttered. People die everyday, and all the majority of people do is sit there and forget. They ignore people in desperate need to continue their pitiful lives, Jarret thought, they don't turn their head to see the hardships of others. I, Jarret said, to himself, am one of these people, or was. Yes, he believed it with all his heart, Eden was the one who saved him from being a thoughtless human being. "Jarret," Jarret could remember Eden's soothing voice. He was ten and she, eight. They were playing on a swingset with red plastic seats and forest green chain protectors with the dandelions Eden had tied around them. "Yeah?" Jarret replied. His voice was much more boyish than present days. "Don't ever change," She finished tying a dandelion around the chain of the swing she was sitting on. "Who said I was?" Jarret's boy form asked. "Mommy and Daddy got into a fight the other day. It made me sad. I just want you to be there for me, always," She smiled up at him. She looked so innocent. What happened after that, Jarret could not recall. In the heat of the moment, Jarret made a sharp U-turn and followed the ambulance.
CHAPTER 3 Jarret followed the ambulance through twists and turns of the unnaturally complex and busy road. He didn't even stop at the red lights flashing above at intersections, crying for him to cease. "Thank god the police didn't spot me," He thought to himself. The chase didn't stop until the ambulance pulled into a small parking lot with a sign with tall, steril blue letters labeling it as Emergency Parking. The parking lot led to a gigantic, brick building, The Sunlight Hospital and Clinic. A smaller sign told at the last minute that visitors must enter through the front. That's when Jarret caught a glimpse of her. The paramedics whisked the girl out of the ambulance on a stretcher. Her face was mostly under a pale blue cloth, but a wad of blood infused, matted golden blonde hair poked out. She was strapped to the stretcher by the thighs, elbows, wrists and ankles and wearing a blood covered, pink, floral print blouse with dark blue jeans. A couple of doctors and a short, stubby woman with a clipboard rushed out and joined around the girl before Jarret noticed he was still in the middle of the road. Jarret rounded the corner and pulled into the guest parking lot and parked, just barely missing a black volkswagon. He hurried into the front lobby and stumbled towards the front desk, which was occupied by a young lady who was playing with what appeared to be gum that somehow miraculously made it's way under her fingernails. "Ma'am, who just came in the ambulance?" Jarret tryed to regain his breath. "That would be patient number 5647," The desklady replied in a monotonous voice. "No, her name," Jarret leaned up against the desk. The desklady rolled her eyes and walked into the room behind the desk containing multiple, unorganized files. She returned to the desk a short while later. "Kodi Maxwell," She continued to pick her gum-infested undernails. "May I visit her?"