Different people

Different comfort zones

For some reason, I've been tagged abnormal on several occasions. At the end of the day,I end up coming back here—The cemetery—My comfort zone. It's like another home for me. Not that I dine with the spirits or talk to them, the fog that gathers in the evening envelope me as I lean unto a headstone,the occasional caws made by the crows,and the whooshing breeze.

My friend once read my diary and saw how I described the feeling I get from being here and called me abnormal like the others. She didn't shut me off like them though,that's why she's A FRIEND.

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23rd September..............

Evening

Mood—Melancholic

School today was arrrghhhhhhhh. This just described my day. I stood up and tried to sight my parents grave from here,it was a twin headstone—their wish,as they were crazily in love. Unable to see clearly as the fog began to gather, I sat back . They had died in a plane crash on their way to Tokyo for a vacation, the way they always dated even after getting married intrigued me. I admired what they had though. More reason i didn't grieve much after they died—they died happily,and in love too.

That I come here, doesn't mean I come to see my parents,I don't even go near where their grave was,their bodies were burnt to ashes in the plane crash, it's easier to say that's a bodiless grave which hold no meaning. But still they deserve to be recognized for their time on Earth. This is the umpteenth time I am pointing this out. A cold air just passed me by—Hell yeah,more reason I love coming here—the peace and it houses all natures raw elements. I inhale pure air here,unlike the city that's polluted by fumes—The peace this cemetery brings with it.

Just as lay back and was about to sleep,I saw him grinning above me —Jade. My ex,I broke up with him after my parents died,I had so much on my plate already and made here my comfort zone,i spent lesser time with him,I literally didn't need him anymore and he was so pissed and spread to the whole school that I was an abnormal girl who loved being in the cemetery. So what TF is he doing here. I stood up and he smiled at me—that's totally normal,we kinda vibe recently though. Just random Hi's and Hellos,but he was the last person I expected to see here, not after what he did. I wasn't really upset by it,even after getting all the side eyes from people at school,I still came back here—The cemetery. I also felt he was venting the anger from his breakup, he was one of the hot guys in school,and all the girls probably wanted him, then to have me actually break up with him was a big stain on his white pride (laughs)— did I just form a figure of speech.

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"Hey" he said

"Hey,what are you doing here,you are probably the last person who'll think of coming here"; did I talk a bit too much

"I missed you"

"You did" —that was surprising,they way girls flocked around him lately,I even saw him making out in the library when I went to read in the morning,he didn't know I saw him though.

"Yeah" he said

"So?! did I sound rude

"Do you wanna go see something"

"Something like what"

"There's only one way to find out"

I didn't want to go,it was getting dark and I wanted to rest too. He made a pleading face—I didn't fall for that though. Whatever it was,I felt curious.

"Let's see em then" I picked up my book and followed him

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He took me to a cave, I remembered,he said he liked caves while we dated. As I went,I saw the most beautiful sight ever. It was decorated with purple flowers,he knew I loved mysterious things. It's just a habit,I loved horror stories,movies,dark colours,dark coloured flowers too. There were lanterns too,he opened a basket and different butterflies flew around us, they were paintings on the wall,some of me,while others of different things I love. There was a fluffy rug, a tool box I've always wanted, dark chocolates arranged like a flower,that stuck me the most.

"Do you like it?" he asked

"Yeah" I went round admiring,it was fascinating.

"Why did you do this" I asked

"I missed you" now that was offing

"You missed me? I asked

"Yeah and I am sorry if I made you feel bad after the break up,I was so mad at you and my friends made fun of me,I just wanted to get back at you"

The anger in me began to well up,it was funny coming from someone who was having the time of his life lately.

"My parents died Jade, I needed space to heal and that made you mad at me, your friends made fun(I laughed) you should probably Purge those fuckers from your life,they couldn't even advise you to be there for me and all you did was make me a psycho who spends time in the cemetery"

"I am sorry" he said and tried to hug me,I yanked him off that he fell onto the floor

" I don't even know why I came here with you,I wasn't angry when you did shit to me at school, but hearing you shamelessly say you were mad when I broke up with you,and your loser friends made fun of you, and that made you get back at me just pisses me off" I made to grab my bag to leave when strong hands came at me.

I was still trying to wriggle free when I landed on the floor,I heard the unclasping of a belt. That's when it dawned on me.

"Jade" I shouted

"What are you doing" I tried to push him away,he slapped me hard on the face,my lips were busted,I tasted blood. He pryed my legs apart and made for my pants. I struggled at this point but he was too strong for me.

My blood rushed and I kicked him in the groin

"Fuck!! He screamed and rolled into the floor. I took the opportunity to run when he grabbed my leg and I fell. He stood up still groaning in pain and began to hit me,he kicked me in the stomach and made to continue, he tore my shirt,I was already breathless from the beating and was losing my strength for resistance when I sighted the tool box. I bit his ear while he tried to kiss me, he sprawled on the floor in pain and I made for the tool box. I opened it and the tools were too small,I saw a metal lying on the floor and when he came at me again,I hit him with all the strength I could muster,I stuck again and again and again— I lost count until I noticed he wasn't moving again. I picked up my bag and ran— this time not home, not to any other grave, but to my parents. I cried.