My Best Friend, Forever

“Where are you going?” Nina asked as I grabbed my coat.

“Just on a walk. Stop bothering me, okay?” I snapped, and I didn’t even care that my attitude was unnecessary.

“It’s storming out there, just stay inside.” She informed me but it didn’t phase me.

“No! You can’t control me!” I shouted at my older sister and she just rolled her eyes.

“Stop acting like a child, Kenna. Stay inside, that’s all I’m asking for.” She said in a calm voice.

“I just want to visit Ivy!” I shouted, and my tone was dry and serious. I stared up at the ceiling, and was concentrating on the small house my sister and I share. The thunder clapped loudly outside and almost made me jump out of my skin.

Her eyes dulled and she was silent for a moment, when will this silence end? Then she finally found the words and told them to me very softly and slowly: “Kenna, Ivy’s been dead for three weeks.”

“No she’s not! She’s alive!” I said and I knew she was frustrated with me.

“Let me see her. I want to see her.” I begged, and she just shook her head to herself.

“Ken, please just relax and sit down.” Nina asked of me but I couldn’t listen to her. My fingers found my blonde hair and threaded it, tugging in anger and tension.

“I want to see her.” I said finally and left the house in a hurry. I expected Nina to come running after me in the pouring rain to persuade me to stay, but she didn’t and I was happy.

Mom and Dad are not here with us; all we have is each other, and Ivy. I’m eighteen but I don’t have my own car, or job, or money so I couldn’t live on my own. Nina told me countless times that I would never be able to live on my own.

“Kenna, you can never live on your own. You’re incapable of it,”she would tell me.

My feet were covered in sticky mud and I scowled at my covered feet; I forgot to grab shoes. The thunder roared and the wind picked up, so did the rain. It poured and I felt like I would slip in these muddy puddles. My feet padded across the cold, soaked grass until I reached the black gates, enclosing the area.

I walked and a rock stabbed my foot from beneath me, I took the thing and threw it across the field and wiped the blood that was already being washed off from the rain.

This place was littered with graves; I always imagined what it would be like to have known these people. I wondered what their lives were like; were they sad like me?

I knelt down and my pale pink skirt was covered with the wet dirt, but I didn’t care. I read the stone slab: Years 1878-1954

That was only about twenty years ago; their death. I frowned because death was a very sad thing, and I never wished it upon anyone.

I padded across the soaked grass which made water rise with every step. I finally found the one I was looking for.

IvyFlowers

“Ivy.” I said to myself and hugged the wet grave.

But the grave did not satisfy me; Ivy is not this slab of stone.

A rusted shovel was near another grave a couple feet away. I didn’t hesitate to grab it and start shoveling away at the square of wet mud.