"Walk for the Memory" Part 1

Story I quickly wrote out a long time ago. This is the first part and I hope to continue it soon enough.

Have you ever had one of those moments where you wish you could just start over? Just that one second where you get lost in that one thought, that one fantasy, where you mentally rewrite your own history second by second. Well, I have, and if I am correct in asking the question, I am sure you are thinking back on one moment where you were doing the same thing. Just lost in the world your mind created to escape what really happened.
If not, and you are thinking instead:
What is she talking about? Someone like me, regret? Naww.!
Then good for you.
But, alas I come back to the moment I am in and remember it is just a fantasy. In reality, it is a cold winter morning. January seventh. I have been walking for a while, and my nose is numb, but I try to ignore it. Instead, I focus on blowing the warm air from my lungs out into my cupped hands in an utterly futile attempt to regain circulation. Walking helps a bit though, but I have been walking for hours and there hasn't been a car to be heard of.
I am headed home. A little place called Greemarrow, population 752, including pets. I would have driven there, but in lieu of some unfortunate financial and identification circumstances, had been forced to become a stowaway. You know, I sort of feel bad about it, but what was I to do? Walk the entire way? It was hundreds of miles, and it is winter after all. So, I have to admit that I, a former substantial small-town girl, was forced to jump in the back of an idling truck. This truck was carrying a large load of hay to...I don't really know where. Probably some cold horses waiting to be fed. But anyway, here I am now, nearing the place which I have been avoiding so adamantly. So crazily trying to rewrite my history. But I think it is finally time to face my fears and step out of my dream world where reality disappeared into merely an afterthought.
Ok, so maybe at this point you are wondering what made me leave my hometown, my family, my school, my money, my life. Well I will tell you what that thing is.
Death.
To every living, breathing person in Greemarrow, I, Kay Lowfield am buried in the ground at Greemarrow Cemetery. A funeral has already been held in my honor, and tears have already fallen sincere or not. To tell the truth I never really believed in an afterlife or God or any of that weird stuff, but here I am now. I feel alive, but my headstone proves it. I am most definitely dead. I remember what happened now and that is why I need to go back. 
When I first “woke up” all I remember was feeling scared. Really just scared shitless. I had no idea who I was or where I was from, or what was going on. So, I ended up wandering around aimlessly screaming in the streets, up in people's faces and stuff, desperately trying to find someone to listen. But, of course they didn't because to them I am a ghost. Invisible. They can't hear me or see me. The only ones who can are the animals, which is why I counted them in with the population of Greemarrow. They are more like companions to me even than my former friends and family now. 
One dog in particular seemed to know me really well. I remember because her owner looked distraught and she could barely even hang on as the large German Shepherd pulled her along on the leash toward me. The dog sat down by my side as if it had always done that at some time. As if it had known me before and was welcoming me back as it always had done. I was surprised at first, but it was the only comfort to me at the time, when all I had was that confused moment, then and there.
I got pretty far away before I started to remember my life. It came slowly at first, but then to the moment of my death, and suddenly all I wanted to do was run away. That is what I did. 
I at first tried to imagine what it could have been like if it had never happened, but that really doesn't work to comfort at all. So, I am heading back. Don't ask me why, but the first thing I do when I get there is to visit Greemarrow Cemetery. Apologies are in order before I can ever have relief from my inner turmoil. Sorrow and rage don't always make for a good mix.

Author's Note

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