Don’t Cry for Me

Gasp! My lungs screeched. But I could only see darkness. Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

“Hey! Help me, I'm stuck and can’t get out.” I screamed. Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

“Please; There is no Air in here.” Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

After what seemed like a good ten minutes of smacking the wooden surface, a scraping noise could be heard. In front of me. I began to smack harder on the wood until it gave way. Releasing a steady stream of dirt into my lungs. Without hesitation, I pick at the broken wooden surface freeing myself and the dirt. I now changed focus to the dirt and began trying to dig as much as I could. The endless torrent of dirt filling up my legs first. With the last pocket of space left around me, I gasped one last time and made a beeline into the dirt. Making one last ditch effort to make my way out of the confines of this rustic prison. Yet, it seemed that all of the effort was worth it as sunlight began to hit my left retina.

“By god he was pronounced dead.” a deep manly voice spoke. He grabbed me and picked me out of what I realized was my tomb. I was awestruck as I came face to face with what were some of my closest friends and family. All of their beady eyes gazing in amazement, disgust, and happiness. I had just arisen from what was supposed to be my funeral.

“Thank god! He has given me my boy back. Another chance to bless this beautiful world. We missed you.” sobbing as she ran towards you at mach 5, with heels!! Her piercing green eyed gaze never once leaving me until she gave me a hug, trapping me in her bosoms.

“You’ve done well, rest easy. Your mommy will take care of the rest.” Releasing me from her vice grip; she smiles.

“Pastor, call an ambulance. Claura can you help me carry your brother out towards the road.” ambulance shouldn’t hopefully take too long.” She directed at both.

“Coming! You grab him by the shoulders then since you have him wrapped around your boobs.” she joked as she ran over, grabbing me by the foot. Looking around her honey colored eyes. I see a dried river stain of tears on either duct. She fastened the belt on her dress and began to get into a squatting position. Heels already dislodged from her small foot.

The pastor began to call the ambulance, while I was slowly being carried by my family towards the road. Strangely, many people kept grabbing at my hands as I was being carried. Many are saying thank you. From the Jocks, the cheer squad, teachers, and even parents. For some odd reason I can’t seem to recall the events that took place that day. Only that I am being revered for saving people. As well as hated just for simply coming back. Even envy was clear on some of the parents' faces, many now walking to a separate grave Praying for them to return. Some even walked up to me like Sydney’s mom from down the street.

“Can you bring her back? Little deenie down on Excelsior road? She was supposed to graduate just like you until he took him from us. PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!” she began to shake me violently. Her burgundy hair disheveled, her milk chocolate eyes stained in red. Bullets of tears fell onto me as both my mother and sister began to push her away. Many more would follow suit of the exacerbated mother. Many other people came around and formed a barrier around us.

“Don’t mind her, a lot of us have lost our kids. But thank you for saving my baby girl, Leynie.” One of the men spoke. A Father that looks to be in his forties. He gave me a smile and focused his attention onto the crowd.

I saved Leynie! Cheerleader Leynie… we had been very close growing up but had started to hang around with different crowds. I hung out with my best friend Jose and the rest of the gamers. She hung around with Darick and other jocks and cheerleaders. It eventually culminated into a meltdown. My words cutting her with the statement that she is hanging out with The Cunt Company. A group of jocks and cheerleaders that seek only benefits at the cost of everyone else.

While I cut, she bled me. She grabbed her machete and cut deeper than any wound that this relationship could recover from.

“You just wish that you could have me like Darick could.” The room quieted down and the song almost became nonexistent by this point in time. I only stared at her in disbelief and walked away. Never once looking back as she berated me. This occurred only a night before the incident.

As I came out of fixed gaze. The sirens of ambulances and police could be heard within ear shot distance. I could only think to myself that things are about to get interesting from here on out. Will I be able to carry the earth on my shoulders forever? Or will it crush me?