The rain poured down in ice cold drops. The air smelled of mildew and freshly scooped dirt. A crowd of merely two people in black huddled together to keep warm and dry. It was a sad day for the Kolt family.
Harper Kolt stood stiffly by her father’s grave. She kept reading it to herself over and over again, hoping and pleading that this was a nightmare: a terrible, terrible nightmare. However, her theory proved to be wrong with each passing second. Even if it was a nightmare, it seemed all too real.
‘David Kolt – August 31, 1970 – November 21, 2012: Beloved father, husband, friend and Dreamer.’
She couldn’t believe it. Her father, her role model in her eleven year life, was dead. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared at the black coffin in the ground. The grave diggers were piling dirt on to it by now but she couldn’t help but stare.
She always knew that her father was brave but she never thought he would be so brave that he would die for someone else’s life; but she thanked him for that because it was better to die a hero than a coward.
Harper felt her mother’s bony hand on her shoulder as she attempted to lead her away from the grave. “It’s alright Harper. He died a hero. He will always be remembered as a hero.” She heard her mother’s voice as if it were far away from her, muffled by the cries of her eleven year old self.
She knew her mother didn’t think it was ok. She knew her mother thought it was unfair and wrong for her husband to die so young with an eleven year old daughter at home; but Harper also knew that her mother couldn’t go against the laws. She knew her mother didn’t want to risk being ripped away from her only daughter, the girl who will now rely on her for care and love, especially after a traumatizing experience like this.
She felt a cold, clammy hand touch her other shoulder. Harper turned around and saw her father, smiling down at her. He crouched down in front of her and kept his chilling, lopsided smile on his face. Harper looked over to her mother but her stare was blank and empty as if she was looking into the distance. She turned back to her father but this time, his face was dripping with dark red blood. His face was cut in different places and there was a large gash on his skull.
“It’s ok, Harpie. Daddy will always be here for you. No matter what happens I’ll be with you….FOREVER!” His voice had gotten octaves lower when he said forever. His large manly hands grabbed both of her shoulders and shoved her into the grave.
Her feet stumbled from underneath her and she gave into the dreadful feeling of falling. Her knees gave way and she fell back. Harper screamed and hurdled towards the dark abyss that was the dirt walled grave.