Nothing is left for me anymore. I don't understand. Where am I supposed to go? I laid on Mikes bed, holding the ribg that was my broken future. I could smell him like he was beside me. Like he was there again, holding me and loving me. Tears formed in my eyes. I couldn't do anything but be alone. Was this the perfect end everyone spoke of? It seems like the end was where I began. Alone. Was this how it was supposed to be? My eyes closed and I could have sworn Mike was there beside me whispering he loved me. "I miss you..." I whipered. "I feel nothing anymore.." His velvety voice whispered as his mother let him cry on her shoulder at his doorway. His mother went to bed after a while. He walked towards me. He saw the ring laying beside me. Only he couldn't see me.. He saw it and held in his hands as he fell to the floor. He slammed his fist into the floor. He saw his small pocket knife on the floor near him. He ripped up his sleeve and motioned to cut his wrist. "MIKE!!!" STOPP!!" I screamed. He cut anyway. My pain was agonizing. My throat was heaving up screams, but nothing came out. "Mike... P-please stop. I love you." I cried deeply and slowly. "I love you Jane. I must see you again..." I knew this was only a coinsidence. His knife turned and fell to the floor as he crept to his top drawer on his nightstand. He drew a gun from this place. He pointed it at his head. He fell to his knees once more crying. "God Forgive me!!! " he cried. "MIKE STOP!!" He dropped the gun and fell to the floor. His body shook in fear and he sobbed. "Please God. Let him feel me. Let him see me!!! Then You can take me!!! Please!! I need him." I begged my creator for one more breath to my everything. My world. My heart. My Mike. "Jane. Please come back. Take my life and give her back!! Let me die." He whispered. Tears rolled down his face as he begged. He was on his bed now, laying there in pain. Maybe more pain than I was in. I laid beside him, wishing... Praying for him to notice. "Whos there? " He jolted upwards. "Mike??" My heart stopped. If it was even beating... "Hello?" My hope sank as he laid back down and slowly began to cry.
I woke earlg, and gently kissed Mike's cheek as I passed through his house and walked towards my resting place. "Willow Ridge Cemetery." I walked through the morning fog, that settled deeply between each headstone. The dew on the grass was comforting, so I slipped off my small canvas shoes and walked barefoot in the wet grass. The sky sprinkled a drowsy rain upon every inch of the area, and I could feel it trickle down my cheek, like tears. I felt as if this gentle touch, so cold and so gentle, was the only warmth I would ever feel again. As if this pitiful rain would keep all my sorrows away from the oblivious world. As if it were the friend I had been longing for... "Come quicker rain.." I whispered into the welcoming fog. The rain splashed down filling me with such a joy I knew that I couldn't dream to feel elsewhere. I laughed as I spilled over into the deepening mud puddles. Running forward and back, like my childhood days, when I was careless. I fell, into a deeper puddle, or so I thought. I stood in the lage hole, and glanced up to a gray headstone.I climbed out of the hole with harsh effort and frustration. "Jane Paige Oliver. 1993-2012 Sleeping safely in Heavens arms." Prayer hands were just below the last phrase. Around the corners were small roses carved into the headstone. I sat there for a long time, wondering about the secrets of life. Wondering where I was to go from here. Wondering what would become of everyone I loved. The joyous rain poured harder and I caught it in the palm of my hand. Ripples would shutter across the small puddle as another droplet entered, but soon it was peaceful as it settled into the puddle, and became one. Maybe that's what life is.. I thought. A huge puddle.. Problems come and go, but you must take them slow and stay peaceful.. Rain fell harder..Headlights appeared in the distant fog. Umbrellas popped open and people gathered around me. My casket was placed beside the hole. My mother and father, came and laid a white rose on my casket. Mike was nowhere in sight. This broke my heart a small peice inside. "The Lord is my Shepherd. I shall not want.." The preacher began and the rain fell harder. Thunder rolled into the valley as my body sunk into the hole, slowly. I watched as my mother turned away in tears, and my father tried to hold it all together, but lost that fight. Every person who came, disappeared into thier cars, and drove solemly away. I watched as they put the last ounce of dirt over my grave, and arranged the flowers that were sent over the small heap of earth. Slowly, those men left too, as the rain and lightening collided into one. One more man ran up the hill, closer to me. A familiar face... With eyes that killed me, for the streams that poured from his eyes was not water, they were tears. "Im so sorry Jane.." Mike whispered into the stark cold air as he laid a white water lilly on my headstone. "I'd give anything to see you again... To hear you say you love me. I dint know how I'm going to live without you next to me.. I'll never love anyone like I've loved you."