The Beginning..

Losing someone you've cherished your entire life can be be extremely hard. Marley, devastated by the death of her brother, finds it hard to move on. So what happens when he comes back? Will life be better for Marley or will she have to deal with losing C

 

Dear Diary,

28th January 2008

Reality is a cruel part of life. It breaks you down, when your right on top. Sometimes it provides such obstacles that you just want to run away from it all. It takes away what you love most, and fills you with hatred for such inanimate things.

I wish he never left, but wishing does me no good. Sometimes, at night I can hear his voice. I'm in such deep sleep that I can't move. I want to. I want to hold out my hand, scream Cameron, but I can't. It feels so stupid when I wake up. It feels like I've screamed fire and thrown a tantrum, only to see it a was a bit of smoke coming from an almost stamped out cigarrette butt.

My eldest and most favourite brother, Cameron is lost. I know he is dead, but some how the term lost seems more hopeful. I don't want to  to move on. He was always there. Of course he wasn't perfect and we had our fights but at the end of the day, we were best friends. He didn't have to leave. He was 19 and perfect, so beautiful everyone would say, even before he died.

I have three brother's, the eldest is, or was  Cameron. Our middle brother is Jamie followed by me and the youngest is Galen. I was closest to Cameron. Three days before he left to Indonesia I had a bad feeling. I brushed it off thinking it was because I'd miss him so much.

He was only 19, how could he die so young. how could he leave us here  to live knowing that every morning there is one person less at the dining table and every night there are five people thinking of him. There's no cover that is going to work this time though, unlike when dad died, Cameron's presence  is very noticable. I wish he was here.

Today, being a saturday night, mom and my other brothers have gone for their usual movie. Cameron and me would usually stay back and catch up on all the old Friends episodes. Just like Cam, Friends made me laugh, the show made me cry and just like him, they  faded of the television scene with nothing but old reruns that sit in my head like Cameron's memory.

 

Writing about Cameron, Marley dozed off on the living room couch and was asleep for a whole hour before her diary fell from off her lap. She woke up and dazedly looked around. Everything seemed okay, exactly how she left it, except for the lights. She got up and switched it on suddenly remembering that it was on when she was writing in her diary. Surely no one could enter, the door was locked and her mum or brothers would have definately kocked.

Maybe she was dreaming Maybe she imagined the whole light thing, or maybe it was some kind of short circuit.

Maybe Cameron...

It couldn't be, definitely not. Marley tried to busy her self but once again passing the dark hallway she had a distinct feeling she wasn't alone, the porch swing was moving. She tried to tell herself that it was just the wind but realised that it was too warm and still outside for the porch swing to move.

 Her heart pounded in her mouth as she walked slowly towards the door. Her hand stopped at the lock and her heart seemed to be doing some kind of wild dance in her throat. What if it was an intruder?  Marley turned to walk away and ignore the swing movement when she heart it. Someone sitting out there had called her name. The voice was familiar and stopped her in her tracks. She walked  to the door and opened it. There he was... sitting on the porch swing as if it was  the most natural thing for him to do...

 

Author's Note

I wrote this at the age of 14. It was my first attempt at writing a book, and i'm trying to bring it back to life. Memories associated with this chapter are strong, they made me who I am today. A dreamer, a writer . Me.

Reviews

[Beloved Autumn]

It greatly written and a lovely peice