The Life and Death of Genevieve Tular
Mandie:
I later learned that Bradley had always been into young girls. I guess that he figured that the younger the girl, the more vulnerable she would be. He had never got anyone pregnant before me, so he had never been caught. I guess he figured that if he had to marry me, he might as well enjoy himself. Once I became an adult, he grew disinterested and moved on to younger pastures. His present girlfriend was only twelve years old. Still just a baby herself. He got her prenant too, and I suspect that she thought that he was wonderful and would marry her and she would live happily ever after. Sound familiar? No on knew about me. Bradley had done an excellent job of hiding me from the world. Well, that was the night she told him. He told her that she was just a little slut. He didn't believe that the baby was even his. She had better get an abortion, or something bad would happen to her. I think that he must have still been feeling powerful from killing me. She grew angry, of course, but instead of accepting her life as I had, she fought back. She drew a gun from her purse, and shot him straight through the stomach.
The police came and took her away. Nothing she said would sway them from their duty to arrest her. Bradley was the victim, they said! They taped off the house, and the CSI came to find out what was going on. While going through the rest of the house, imagine their shock when they stumbled upon Gen and me. Well, that changed everything. The DA offered the little girl a really good deal because, after all, she had killed a murderer. This should have been the end. I still don't know why it's not, but this is just half of my story.
When I woke, I was in a tight, dark space. I found myself gulping at the available oxygen, I've always been slightly claustraphobic. I was confused and terrified. Reaching up with my hand, I pushed right through the confining space. I was still confused, maybe more so now, but I was strangly comforted by the idea that I wasn't trapped. I struggled to a sitting position and found that it was still too dark to see anything. I sttod, and found myself floating upwards. Yes, actually floating! Do you know, I had actually forgotten that I had died. It wasn't until I had floated out of my grave that all the memories came flooding back.
Daylight filled the quiet gravyard. Looking down at myself, I was surprized to find that I actually had form. Weren't ghosts supposed to be transparent? A ghost...the word brings to mind science fiction, yet here I was. I was pulled out of my musings by a quiet cry. It was Gen, I would recognize her voice anywhere. There, next to mine, was my sweet baby's grave. If I had still had eyes, I'm sure I would have cried. My poor darling was dead, although if we had to be dead, at least we were together. I reached down into her grave, and guided her spirit out into the sunlight into my arms.
Reality didn't intrude for several moments. Then I started to think. We were dead! What were we supposed to do now? Looking down at my grave, something caught my eye. On the other side of my grave was a tombstone I never thought i would see. The grave belonged to none other than Bradley! My breath caught in my throat, waiting for his ghost to appear as well. I'm not sure how long I sat there. I squeezed Gen until she wiggled in my arms and I sat her down on the grass, still staring at the tombstone. He never did appear. How funny that he haunted me, my thoughts, while he was alive, and now that we were dead it was me doing the haunting.
I found out all the events surrounding my death when my parents came to visit my grave. They looked sad and haggard. I hadn't seen them in several years, and I wasn't sure how to approach them. I was a little angry that they hadn't prevented any of this. They alternately cried and yelled over my grave. Cursing Bradley and his evil deeds. I tried to comfort them, but they couldn't see me. It seemed like they couldn't even sense my presence. They came by every week, and Gen and I would talk to them about our life. They never heard us, but I wanted Gen to get to know her grandparents as much as she could.
That first night, as soon as the sun dropped beyond the horizon, something else happened. Gen was the one who noticed it first. She looked up at me and started screaming. I had no idea what was wrong, and I knelt down to her level. As I reached out to pich her up, she shrunk away from me, and I noticed that I could see straight through my arms. As I tried to comfort my daughter, I also tried to understand for myself. She finally let me pick her up, and suprisingly I could hold her. I don't think she or I have ever gotten used to it, but I am dead afterall, what can you expect?
Our life was normal, considering. I would take care of my baby during the day, teaching her all the things a child ought to know. Genevieve has shown no signs of growing up, and I think that she may be like this forever. We had lived like this for two years when I started having the dreams. I didn't sleep much, I didn't need it since my death, but it seemed like I would see him everytime I shut my eyes. I didn't know who he was, but I felt like he was my destiny. My true love. I felt the urge to search through the tombstones for him. All of my spare time was consumed looking for him. Every time a funeral procession came into the graveyard, Gen and I would go looking in the hearse for him. I felt like maybe I had become insane, dreaming about this total stranger.
One day, as I was playing with Genevieve, a procession rolled up the road. I felt a shiver run up my spine. I stood straight up and stared at the hearse. I felt strange, as if something was going to happen. Like the quiet before the storm. As the ushers brought the coffin over to the open grave, a figure sat up in the coffin and looked straight at me. It was him! He floated out of the coffin, and over to me. He touched my chin, angling my face up to his. It's you, he whispers, and he kisses me. I can't help wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him back. I found out later that he had gotten terminally ill the same day I started dreaming about him. He had also started dreaming about me. It seemed as if fate had put us together. Fate is funny that way, I suppose.
So now you know my story. There are still many questions you have, I'm sure. Unfortunately, I can't answer any of them because I don't know myself. Know this, though, I am happy. I hope that each one of you can find the same happiness that I have. This is my life, and my death. My name is Guinevere Tular, and I thank you for listening to my story.
The End, or is it The Beginning?
The_French_Sim:
Hehe you posted it here too, I liked that story !
ladyrose:
good story. i like it.
Lytough:
...................... .................... ehhhh...... U dont have the slightest idea how really moved I am.:bawl:
Stelio Kontos:
.............wow.
Beautiful.
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