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In My Eyes, Things Happen

Short story By: xnbdyknwsx
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Memories start in her eye.


Submitted:Sep 17, 2010    Reads: 55    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


In My Eyes, Things Happen

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I pulled my dark blue flower patterned dress up from the floor and onto my torso then asked my husband, Wes, to zipper it in the back for me. I put on the necklace and earring set my mother bought me for my sixteenth birthday. To top everything off I put a tiny bit of mascara on so my lashes could hold up and stay stiff. I looked at myself in the mirror and faked a smile. Wes came up behind me and gave me a hug.

"Are you alright Jeanette?"

"It's been a whole five years. I can't believe it." A single tear starting to well in my eye. Right as I started to blink I felt the tear fall from my eyelash slowly. Just as it fell and I turned to look out the window it felt as if time froze. The tear was frozen to my face as if I would be stuck in mourning forever. I looked outside at the people who had no secrets. The people who were walking without a care in the world. They didn't have to go for five years missing that something, that someone, they lost one year ago. As my sadness grew into anger my hand clenched into a fist.

"Jeanette, everything's going to be okay. One day they will catch the sicko who did this." Wes took my hand in his. "Just think of the good times."

We walked out of the house out of into the drive way to get to our 2006 jet black Jeep so we could get to my fathers house. We were going to have a bit of a remembrance ceremony for my mom there which seemed ironic. Wes pulled the car out of the drive way and we drove to oak avenue which was about and hour away.

As he was driving I took a look at all the vivid green leaves on the trees with the branches reaching out in all different directions, as if they wanted to touch the clouds. Wes was trying to get there really fast because we left the house later than we planned. Lucky for us there wasn't a lot of traffic, but even if there was we would have gotten there pretty quickly mainly because he was driving like a maniac. Even though the car was swerving and making a lot of quick turns I didn't really notice, my mind was in other places. I looked at the old photo from when I was younger. As I looked at the picture my eyes widened and something sparked in them. I could suddenly picture it.

I saw a picture of my friends and I in my back yard in front of my old pool. When I noticed the bangs I immediately knew it was my thirteenth birthday party. That was the year my mom took my to eight different bakeries until we found one that could do the design on the cake that I wanted. When we finally found one they charged us way too much but she paid anyway, she said it was worth it. I looked through other pictures as well and had other memories replayed in my head. After a few reminders of how great of a mother she was I had another tear freeze and wished I didn't know anything. Knowing nothing is better than knowing it all.

"Wes, my dad murdered my mom... and cut up her dead,lifelessbody."

*****************************The End******************************************************

Picture 19 - tear drop
Song - On my own by The used
Quote - She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes. ~Frank Deford

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