Vic leaned back against the cement wall of the out-of-order restaurant, the bottle containing amber coloured liquid in his hand clinking as he set it on the ground. I watched as he bent his head back to touch the wall and shut his eyes tight.
This was hard for both of us.
The cemetery was only one block away.
We would have to stop avoiding the obvious and go soon.
But we couldn’t.
I knew what was to happen next when I found him in my kitchen that morning. Not because there was a guy in my kitchen, he was always at my house, if he wasn’t, I was at his house. But because of the day. The time. His red eyes.
Most people think I’m his sister when they see us. Maybe because the sister he has- I mean had is gone. We felt like siblings too. Me, him, and Marilyn. She would be the smart, older sister, Vic would be the not-so-innocent middle child and I would be the youngest. Although me and Vic could be twins, if you base it off our birthdays. He was only two weeks older, and we were born at the same hospital.
I think Baby Victor knew the day he saw me. Even if he was only two weeks old. I think he knew I was the one. The one he would be inseparable with. The one he would eventually make his best friend, and then his almost-sister.
What he didn’t know is the pain he was causing to the sister he had.
Marylin was the girl everyone loved. Adults used her as a role model for their kids, boys would always ask her out, and people would beg to be friends with her, and she would make them her friends. She was popular, but not in the “Mean Girls” way. She was popular because she was kind, and sweet. And yes, I’ll admit, she was pretty.
I remember when we were little, we would braid each other’s hair, paint our nails, you know, the girly stuff little girls would do. She was a nice person, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a feisty side. Normal Marylin was nothing like Party Marylin. Party Marylin drank as many margaritas as she pleased, while Normal Marylin stuck to orange juice. Party Marylin got with any boy she chose, but Normal Marylin would never touch a boy if her life depended on it.
I looked over at Victor, and I could tell he was still reliving the same memories. Tears filled his already red rimmed eyes. I could feel needles behind my own.
I put an arm around his shoulders, shifting closer to him on the dirty gravel ground. The restaurant was closed, and had been for twenty years. It served as our spot to grieve before we went to the cemetery. I guess no one bothered to knock down the crumbling place. It emitted sad, lonely vibes, and had a calm environment. It was perfect for our cause.
“Hey….remember when she egged your mom’s car and blamed it on us? We got grounded for two weeks after that.”, a small smile decorated my face as I thought about the memory.
Vic put his head between his knees, the bottle in his hand again. I hated the fact that he drinks. But I let it slide.
“And...and that time when she found a kitten in your backyard? Remember how she took it in, cleaned it up, fed it, and took it to the animal shelter because you dad was allergic?” I thought that would’ve made him smile. Or stop crying at least.
Guys didn’t cry often, which I thought was weird. Well, probably because I was so used to mental breakdowns attacking me. Vic didn’t cry, but when he did, he made sure no one could see the tears dripping down his face.
I was starting to get desperate.
“Remember when-”
“JUST STOP IT KEELY. STOP IT.”
His outburst shocked me. He had lifted his head up to shout at me, and now you could see his face. His cheeks were wet, and his eyes were wide and red. His mouth was slightly open, his dark hair disheveled.
“I thought I was helping-”
“HOW? HOW IS REMINDING ME OF THE PERSON I LOST HELPING?”
“I THOUGHT IT WOULD MAKE IT EASIER TO LET GO!”
Now I was shouting too.
“MAYBE FOR YOU. BUT ALL IT DOES FOR ME IS IT SERVES AS A KNIFE STABBING MY BRAIN LIKE THE WAY SHE STABBED-”
“No.”
I stopped him with one word. And it was quiet. Barely audible over his shouts. But he heard. I couldn’t let him say it. It would only make things worse.
He slumped back against the wall.
“I’m sorry.”, he whispered.
“Me too.”
I hugged him tighter, wishing this never would’ve happened. Wishing everything would be okay.
Wishing she was here with us.
I wondered if Marylin knew, or understood the pain she was going to cause us. I wonder if she knows now.
Victor cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter, putting the bottle down.
“I- I guess we should...get going.”
His voice was hoarse and gravelly, as a result of the tears he shed.
“Only if you’re ready.”
He shut his eyes then opened them again. Vic stood up, the bottle slipping unheeded from his hand, and thankful not breaking. He then offered his hand to me, looking down with a sad smile. I took his hand and got up, brushing myself off.
And it began.
The dreaded walk.
I guess you could call it the “Walk of Grief”.
He took my hand in a death grip, needing reassurance that I was there. I squeezed back.
We walked slowly. Down the sidewalk. Cars whizzed by us, inattentive of the pain we were going through.
Then we saw it.
The black, wired fence that represented the start, the border of the cemetery.
The graveyard.
Her resting place.
Today marked the one year anniversary.
One year.
It’s crazy to think it’s been one year.
One year and we were still grieving.
One year and we still can’t let go.
Vic froze in his tracks. I stopped with him.
We were in front of the entrance now, in front of the sign that had the name inscribed on it.
Montgomery Cemetery
The place we had been visiting every month.
The place that collected all our tears and listened to our woes.
I took a deep breath, fighting the wave of nausea and tears slowly getting bigger in my head.
Then I clutched his hand, and pulled him in.
We didn’t need to look around for directions. Our feet followed the worn path in the grass that had been carved by us twelve months ago, when we first went.
There. In the grass.
Surrounded by bouquets of wilting flowers.
Her headstone.
I couldn’t help it. The tears came.
What one was a pricking sensation behind my eyes was now a tsunami or tears running down my face like a waterfall. We fell on our knees, the stone before our eyes. I saw tears leaking out of Victor’s face too.
𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓎𝓁𝒾𝓃 𝑅𝑒𝑒𝒹
𝒜 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝒜 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝒜 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉.
𝐻𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇.
Vic cleared his throat then took a deep breath.
“I- I broke my promise”, he said in a small voice.
“What promise?”
“My promise.”
He looked at me in my eyes and a sense of understanding passed between us.
Fresh tears rolled down my face.
I slowly reached out a shaking hand and took his hand, turning it to one side so his wrist was exposed.
My my eyes widened in sheer terror as I saw it.
It was there.
The scar.
The one that proved that he really had broken his promise.
The one caused by a knife of his own.
The promise to not make the same mistake his sister did.
I looked up at him, water blurring my vision.
“She wouldn’t have wanted this.”
He stayed silent.
“She wouldn’t have wanted you to die in the same way she took her own life.”
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336 comments
Eeeee Aww I was hoping for diamond blade butttttttt this is great too! :D Are you still doing one for diamond blade?
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Ofc I am!! Thank you!
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YEAY
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:DD
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I love the title...it gives me the chills, yet is a bit speculative. Overall, I love this story so much Sapphire. You did amazing. <3
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*gasps* REALLY? THANK YOU!
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Haha, of course Saph! (If...I can call you that...lol)
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OFC YOU CAN! :DD
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Aww, you're so sweet!!
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:DD you are too!
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Quite random, huh I want everyone to understand that THIS IS STILL A DRAFT. I wanted to try something new where I put out a draft and improve it as more comments come along, so feedback is MUCH NEEDED. Right now, I despise it. So please improve my story with your wonderful ideas and comments :)
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heyy saph :) how's it going?
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ack sorry this is ages old contemplating on whether I should eat a french fry or not :) Anything interesting happen recently?
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lol I didn't realize that I did it twice XD XDD well, a few things I suppose, hbu?
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Hi! I know I'm too late to comment, but I couldn't help it because I absolutely loved this! The emotions were jumping out of the screen and domaining over me. The misery and dread after someone you love died (especially out of suicide) was so accurately described. And the dialogue between them....All I can say is wow. Though a bit background story about why Marylin died and why Keely was so special to Vic would have made me understand the story better, but aside all that this story was admirable! +I'll start reading your Diamond Blade se...
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It's totally okay! Thank you so much! I really appreciate it and your feedback means a lot :) Ooh okay! I'll keep that in mind! Thank you again! (haha that series is my "i dont care about editing all i wanna do WRITE" series so you have been warned 😬😅)
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No problem! I have been warned!!
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:D!!! yep!!! XD
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This is the most emotional story. I could feel their emotions so much. You presented their emotions so delicately, you represented their sorrows so fine. Suicide is the toughest thing, for the one who does it and for the family members. You captured that well. I loved it.
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Thank you so much for your critique. Yeah, it really is. Thank you so so much!
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ᴄᴏᴘʏ & ᴘᴀsᴛᴇ: ᴘᴜᴛ ғ♡ʙᴜᴀʀʏ 𝟷𝟺 ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙɪᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴜᴘᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀs ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀs ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ's ᴅᴀʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ! ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ɪɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ! ♡
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Oh, hm, will people be okay with the upvoting aspect of it? Maybe they'll let it slide cuz it's Valentines day :)
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I don't really care much-since it's Valentine's day they can go find themselves a love for themselves <3
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Aww yeah! <3
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Do you wanna be upvoted?
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I don't really mind either way. :) It's your choice and I'm okay with the result :DD
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Hi!! I really liked your story and the emotional balance of it. You took me on an emotional rollercoaster and that's really hard to do so thank you for this experience. WHY ARE YOU FREAKING OUT?!!!??! Can you read my story "Noah Adir" and leave feedback? I'm trying to perfect my writing on racial problems :)
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Thank you so much! I'm freaking out cause Luke is crushing me in the book battle thing I challenged him to XD I mean, losing the battle you started? XD Ah, racial problems. Problems I myself face. You came to the right person! I will check it out soon, as soon as I lose in the battle :) XD
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Oh no!!! You must fight until he end!!! NEVER ACCEPT DEFEAT!! XD And thanks!!
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XDDD HA WELL IM ALREADY DEAD HES FOUR POINTS AHEAD AND IM AT ZERO XD No problem!
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XDDDD
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XDDDD I THINK I MIGHT HAVE A CHANCE
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Shout out writer IVY HATHERALL https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/ivy-hatherall/ FRANCES https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/frances/ Shout out story https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/contests/78/submissions/52220/ {This story is amazing. A must read} This week's list. Please do read their stories and give them feedback. It will boost their confidence and give them a nice moral support
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Oooooh! Alright sure!
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XD KEEPER OF REEDSY SECRETS XDXDXD
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EXACTLY XD
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Hehehehehehehehehe
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I shall battle anyone who tries to break into the guarded entrance that leads to the secrets and say "YOU SHALL NOT PASS" to them XD
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GANDALFFFFFFFfFfFfFf
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YEASHSHSHSHS
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you r??????
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Yepo :D
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So sad and beautiful! Beautiful in a sad way if that makes since? I read this at night so I think that I'll be dreaming/imagening(I cant spell) this story and how they look. The sadness in their faces... GREAT JOB tho! Keep Writing ~Lauren :)
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THANK YOU LO!
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*present saph reading this and- WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME ABOUT ALL THE BAD GRAMMAR AND PLOT LINE LOL*
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HAHHAAHHAAHAAA
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Part 6????I'MMA BURST IF ITS NOT UP SOON!
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XDDDD IM WORKING AS FAST AS I CAN XD gah school work is taking up my time tho
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i gotcha. School takes up a lot of time. I guess i'm just too excited!
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XDD
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:)
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wow. Once I was reading, I could not stop! Part of me was like "what happened to this Marilyn?" while the other half was like "how did Keely become an "almost sister"? What made them grow so close? How long have they been like this?" This was a great work, and I like authors that allude to things, so great job!
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THANK YOU VERY VERY MUCHH!!! Your comments make my day :)
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you are welcome! Did I tell you that part 6 is up and running? If not...Part 6 is up and running XD
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YEP XD
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XD
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Hi Sapphire
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Hello hope! I came back to treat myself to replying to people's amazing comments and ofc to escape all the work XD How are you doing!!??
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Hehe. I am Alright!! What started as not as pleasant day or mindset turned into into getting some exercise, confidence, hope, some videos, and a good song, and still had the good of recognizing good things. I can add more details if you'd like. And today's been pretty good, too. Still need to brush my teeth and write before bed, though, lol. How are you??
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Wow that's great!!! Lol, guess I'm not the only one who get's all the ideas at night XD Seriously, I will wake up at 2:26 am to jot down a story idea I'm doing okay!!! I think deadlines are gonna be the death of me though :P Have you read any books recently? I've started reading No Fixed Address and it's really good!!!!
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Ooh! I'll have to look it up! Currently reading, "Finding Quiet" by a singer named Jamie Grace. I actually watched orlidtened to the videos)songs, lol, they weren't mine, but I still know what you mean!! I do pretty much the same thing. Likr at 4 or 5 a.m. this morning. subconscious states might help creativity, but sometimes it'll make more sense than others XD. Kind of grope over stuff and try to translate it to something concrete. Today it was a poem, and to a certain extent it expressed my thoughts very well. Doing great, today, exce...
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Oooh!! XD "subconscious states help creativity and make more sense than others" literally so similar to the project I'm complaining about deadlines on XD Ooh a poem! I suck at writing poems unless I'm in a specific mood, then WOW the poem sounds deep. Aw I hope you're okay!!!! You seem so nice, sweet, and caring and I would hate for you to feel down :) Yeah it is really nice to talk to you too! I seriously love our conversations, it feels so good to talk!
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Such a...... amazing story. (that's all that needs to be said)
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Aww THANK YOU SO MUCH!
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Saphira is Kate's sister in TDD...is that ok? Sorry I didn't ask.
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OBVIOUSLY THATS OKAY!!!
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hi sapphire!! i adore this story!! thanks so so much for sharing and have a great night!
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Hello Izzie! Thank you so much for leaving this amazing comment! You too :)
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PART 17 HAS BEEN POSTED!!!
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Hi Saphhhhhhhh
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HIYA!
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How's Diamond Blade goin?
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Almost done part fiveee!!! Its gonna come out today i think :)
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omg yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy:DDDDDDD
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:DDDD How are you doing?
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