The lonely girl

“Wait!” I shouted to my friend. It was two late the bus rammed into the side of her and pushed her underneath. I jumped up in a cold sweat, I had had this nightmare every night since the accident and every night I woke up at the same point.

I looked out at the snow covered field before me. Like a blank canvas ready to be used. The air biting at my nose and not a sound to be heard. The smell of fresh air and the cold touch of snow upon my hand. As I walked further to the edge, clutching a single rose in my hand a feeling of sadness washed over me. I reached the newly set grave and placed the rose on to it. Why die now? Still young, with their whole lives ahead of them.

Wandering aimlessly around the graveyard I remembered the good times we used to have. The endless laughing and messing about in the park. As I walked between the low hanging trees, I became aware of a ghostly white kneeling by my friends gravestone.

The figure picked up my rose and seemed to float off and disappear into the distance.

I ran after her, wondering why she had taken my rose but slipped and fell to the ground.

“Come back” I shouted after her.

“Annabel? Annabel?” A voice shouted from the distance. As the figure came closer I recognised the familiar face to be that of my older sister, Izzie.

“What are you doing laid in the snow? She asked.

“I, err, was just…” I stumbled over my words not thinking of what I was saying.

“Get up then.”

Once back home, sitting near the burning fire, I thought about the ghostly person I had seen at the graveyard earlier. Huddled in the chair, sipping a cup of tea I looked out of the window at the stars in the sky. It was a particularly clear night to say it had snowed earlier that day. I turned on the television and the news came on.

“The bus driver, has told the police that there was nothing he could have done she just came out of nowhere into the road without a warning” The news reader read on but I switched off. Everyday for the past week it had been on the news, I was fed up, how was I supposed to move on if I had a constant reminder of the accident?

The next few days passed with a blur. It was like I was on autopilot, not knowing what I had done or where I was going. Everything was fine until I went to sleep, I was still having the awful nightmares about Sasha being knocked over, her high pitched scream now echoing through my mind.

I was Sunday. The fog hung low and not a break in the clouds. I set off towards the graveyard, hoping nobody else would be there. Once I was there I sat down and looked at the gold lettering on the cold black stone. Running my finger over the lettering, a single tear ran down my cheek and dripped onto the little flower on the corner.

One of my other friends from school, John, came and sat next to me.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“I will be, I just need time” I replied.

“You can always talk to me you know, let all your feelings out”

“Thanks, I will do, just not right now.”

We both stood up ready to leave.

“It will be alright eventually and your not alone in all this” He told me.

“I know and I’m very grateful”

I gave him a hug and then set off back down the path towards home. It was then I realised that I wasn’t alone. Sasha would always be with me in my heart and I had all my other friends behind me. Somehow, I new that I would pull through.