Even as a ghost, I was scared.
But Jake knocked on the door to the
crematorium.
“Where’s Annie’s ashes? Give them back!”
The attendant had a blank look, recognizing him
as the person who dumped my ashes.
“Sorry, Miss Annie’s ashes were scattered. We
couldn’t save them.”
<
He spilled my ashes and ground them into the
floor, but now he was looking for them?
“There was no wind! Three minutes, or I call the
cops!”
Jake was totally different now, the past few
years he was ruthless.
The attendant just leaned against the wall,
looking at me.
“Mr. Harrison, there are no ashes here. It was
all you.”
Jake staggered away.
I saw the staff and followed Jake.
It was a dark night, Jake’s face was cast in
shadow.
He drove in silence.
<
Even though he couldn’t see me, I was still
uneasy.
He sat there all night, watching the window.
The sun came up, Jake was tired.
I touched his face, there were tear streaks.
He had cried.
I had no idea.
My fingers went numb.
Then I smiled.
His enemy was dead, he was happy.
For the past two years, Jake would drag me to
his mom’s grave and force me to kneel.
I could barely stand, my forehead covered in
blood.
But Jake was happy.
I’d go to hell and never be reborn.
I’m now experiencing it.
Today, there was only Jake and Ashley.
Seeing Ashley made me shake.
She was Jake’s mom’s killer, but he tucked her
hair back.
