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Ch.4/ Gravestone

"I know I haven't visited in a while, Forgive me for that."

You sat next to the old grave stone of your Father.

"I've- We. We've missed you." you softly said.

You knew your father was not listening to you but you thought if at least talking to a piece of stone would be better than keeping all your emotions inside.

"Mother misses you a lot. You should visit her sometime, she cries for you every night and it is not like her."

You starred at the stone and the carved letters.

"I've been having troubles too, But not as much as mother has. She needs you- No, We need you." you sighed and ran your fingertips through your hair.

"I know your not listening but I miss you and it wouldn't hurt to pay us a visit once in a while."

You starred at the mossy, old stone.  You wished that surprisingly your father would come behind you and give you a hug and he would tell you how much he missed you as well, but you knew that wouldn't happen in a million years. 

Your fathers gravestone was located in a dark forest near home, with other old gravestones. 

You clapped your hands together to keep them warm. 

It was really no use, your hands were flushed red. 

I hate winter season. You thought to yourself as you laid your head onto the stone. 

You sighed. You didn't know if you wanted to go home or disappear. 

You didn't want to face mother because she wished you were dead and you didn't want to stay out in the cold night because you would freeze to death. 

You sighed and slowly pulled up the hood of the jacket. 

You chuckled as you realized that you piratically wore this jacket almost everyday. 

I really should return it.  You said to yourself.

You placed your hand on the old grave stone. 

You began glancing over at all the other gravestones. 

Old stone with smudges of moss and dead flowers. 

You saw a grave stone that stood out from the rest. 

The flowers were new on the grave stone. 

Like someone had just placed them there minutes ago. 

There were photos as well. 

You couldn't quite see them well because of the dark.

You fell back onto the frosty grass as shivers went down your spine. 

As you slowly shut your eyes you heard heavy steps hitting against the grass. 

You jolted behind the your fathers grave stone. 

You were afraid. 

Afraid who was coming.

Maybe it's just a stray dog. You hoped. 

You were hesitant to look back. 

But you did.

You peeked behind your fathers gravestone. 

"A candle?" 

You were confused. 

You saw a walking candle, Coming near one of the grave stones.