Jolie McIntyre (Life Beyond the Grave)

Jolie McIntyre

Life beyond the Grave

June Spears

Copyright © 2012 June Spears

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-Jolie-

Thunder rumbled overhead, as a crack of lightning split the midnight sky. My father cursed the rain as he forced his way through it.

“What’s the matter, David?” asked Amber. Amber Laney, one of the two step sisters I had just inherited from my dad’s new marriage. Her mother, the now Mrs. McIntyre, hated my very existence. Her daughter’s didn’t fall too far from that tree either.

“Nothing,” Dad muttered as the rain pounded the windshield. “I just wanted to get back to Atlanta before this storm hit. I’m exhausted.”

We were driving home from their quickie courthouse wedding. My dad wanted to throw a real decent wedding but she insisted that they do it right away. She said that she didn’t need a wedding, that all she cared about was being with him.  I think she was full of crap, I knew her type. She had her reasons but I couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

I felt the wheels of the Jeep skid but before I could suggest to Dad that maybe we should stop till the rain let up the Jeep began to skid out of control.

“Dad, watch out!” I cried, even as he slammed his foot against the brake and wrenched the steering wheel to the right. We passed within inches of the only lamp post that gave light the the lonely back roads of the Georgia Mountains.

We were going way to fast when we hit the cliff, and the next thing I knew we were flipping down a steep bank.

Everything seemed to slow down as the Jeep went onto its side, then its top. When we stopped, I was hanging upside down in the dark, held in place by my seat belt.

“Amber!” cried my father. “Amber! Are you all right?” I could not believe he didn’t so much as think to ask if I was ok. That’s when the pain in my chest hit me like a rock. Reaching to touch the wetness that poured from my head, I realized it was gushing blood.

“Dad?” I whimpered.

I noticed that my voice was cracking.

Things got very blurry from that point. I could hear them screaming my name but I couldn’t tell who was screaming it. I felt my body being pulled from the window and laid out over the wet ground.

The rain was coming down so hard that in seconds my clothes were soaked and clinging to my skin. I could feel the sting of it pounding my face. The ringing in my ears was unbearable.

Then suddenly the screaming started again and suddenly I could feel pressure being applied to my chest in pumping motions. 

That’s when things started to slow down again. A few more moments past then slowly a feeling of dread engulfed my entire body. I had dreamed of dyeing more than once, but the thought of it actually happening scared me. It scared me a lot, for I got nauseous at the thought of it.

A cold wind stroke both of my cheeks as reality set in. It was happening, I was dyeing and there wasn’t anything that could be done about it. I just had to let go, and who would miss me anyway? Daddy seemed more worried for his new family than me. Estella would definitely be thrilled at this news. She’s been looking for a reason to rid herself of me since she laid eyes on my father.

Dreams had always been realistic to some extent when they made up the basis of the fantasy world I thought others to live in, but that didn’t seem to be the case with me. I simply had to deal with real life on my own while those others shared the world they created. Even though it was an illusion, they were together and I was alone. Now real life caused me to believe in fantasies and ended me with an enormous pain in my head and chest.

It felt difficult to breathe, my air was running out. This is it then, I’m dead. But why can’t I bloody open my eyes.

Shit, I’m shaking, what’s happening? If anyone can hear me now, will you tell me what is going on? Hello? Light! I see light. But I still can’t manage to open my eyes, so what’s really going on here? My thoughts rain wild. But if I’m dead then how is it that I can still here my thoughts?

At that moment I felt a magnetic pull and my 'energy' left my body. I looked around me and saw floating, wavering images, and I felt a lovely peacefulness. I felt like I was floating underwater, weightlessly.  It was dark but I could see clearly

In an instant, every molecule of my body was replaced by clear crystal with just the slightest shading of blue where my heart once was. My clothes remained but the smooth surface of what my body had become let them slip away from my neck exposing my shoulders in a way that the real me would have found horribly immodest.

*****

“Yes, that’s it, steady please. Just lay her in here carefully. Paul, can you take this one to the mortuary in West Haven and ask Mr. Green if he can store her?” The constable turned to my father, “It will be the most convenient solution for you while it’s the closest available place to your own resident. As much as I do understand grieving is the only thing you are willing to do right now, I must inquire you to drive with Paul and fill in some paperwork.”

I did not believe what I saw and even less that I was able to see it at all. Most remarkable was my father, who did not seem to let go of any tears. Not that I’d expected him to, but it would have been nice to witness him crying as a sign he cared about me after all.

“I’ll follow in my own car as soon as Estella arrives here with the children. I truly need to be with them right now.” 

What exactly do you mean by ‘now’? As far as I’m concerned you always need to be with her. At least, that’s what you made yourself believe.

My father’s obsession with Estella had only grown since the moment she walked into his life. As much as she cared about her own children, she had given my sister the exceptional chance to join them and become one happy family. Naturally, as I didn’t fit in her picture perfect world she put all her energy in excluding me from the family and even more in excluding me from my father’s love. For her love made him blind. My own father had not seen my sorrow.

Now, you might wonder: what about your mother? Or more suitable: what about Katherine? In fact I had never called her ‘mother’ unless she specifically urged me to. I guess she never felt like a mother to me which is probably the reason why I could care less about her joining in the things I undergo. I barely talk to her with my visits being even sparser. I wonder what will happen when she finds out I own a fortune, excuse me, owned a fortune, and my father is the only person in possession of the access codes. Fury will overcome her when she realizes she contributed to my lonely death, but does not get any rewarding.  I’ll make sure I get to see her face when that occurs.

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