feelingyellow
13-02-2006, 16:23
Hey everyone! This is a short, simple one-parter about a girl who's just about to get married.... hope you like :)
'Oh my god, I can't believe you're getting married! As you're Father unfortunately can't be here... can I give you away instead?' I remember these words as if she has said them 5 seconds ago; but it wasn't 5 seconds ago - it was 3 and a half months ago. The words had stuck in my mind like a magnet to a pin. I doubt I'll ever forget them; I can't pull my mind away from them.
I looked down at my white sparkly shoes, I had had to have them for my wedding but now I wanted something else...
I looked in the mirror and just stared at myself. I was in a gorgeous white wedding dress with the veil covering my eyes. That veil would be turned around soon, all I had to do was wait for Mum to say so and I'd be off down that isle. But I'd much rather he was here... but that would never happen. I looked in the mirror again and found myself being miserable on what was meant to be the happiness day of my life. And then I saw it; it was only for a split second but I knew who it was. Him. But how? He was dead - I was just imagining it.
A sudden breeze came along even though no windows were open. I was freezing cold so I moved to the right. Here it was warm. But then it got cold, so I moved forward. It was warm again. But then it got cold, so I moved forward and the same thing happened again. I ran instead and felt the heat. I ran to the door. It was quite hot for a moment... but then it got cold. I opened the door and ran the way the heat was. It was him; he was trying to tell me something.
I had run for 15 minutes before I realised where we were going. When I saw the words 'Cemetery ->' it all dawned on me. He wanted me to visit his grave.
After a few minutes I found it. "Jonathan Matthew Bolton" it said on the gravestone in large letters. In smaller letters it said '12th January 1961-15th July 1984' and in even smaller letters it said 'Beloved husband to Kerry Bolton and beloved Father to Rose Bolton' Beloved father? He had died 2 years after I was born. I couldn't remember him at all. Well I could, but only a little bit. My biggest memory of him was him braiding my hair, he had gotten me these cute ribbons with roses onto tie with; he said they were "lucky". I had no idea where they had gone; I lost them shortly after his death.
I didn't get it... why did he want me to see his gravestone? It didn't help me in anyway.
I saw the flowers were dead as Mum didn't visit anymore; it had been 18 years so why should she? She had Jamie and my half-sister and half-brother Lauren and Peter. She had a new life now ... she loved Jamie ... but she still loved Dad.
I took a rose from the rim of my dress and put it down on the grave. And that was when I saw them. The ribbons. The lucky ribbons! I put them up and put them in my hair; I looked like I had when I was two.
I finally started to realise why Dad had brought me here; he wanted me to have luck on my wedding day... and for him to be there. After all these must have been here 18 years... I knew there must still be a bit of him on them.
I had got what I wanted I thought as I walked down the isle with Mum and the ribbons still in my hair - for him to walk me down the isle.
'Oh my god, I can't believe you're getting married! As you're Father unfortunately can't be here... can I give you away instead?' I remember these words as if she has said them 5 seconds ago; but it wasn't 5 seconds ago - it was 3 and a half months ago. The words had stuck in my mind like a magnet to a pin. I doubt I'll ever forget them; I can't pull my mind away from them.
I looked down at my white sparkly shoes, I had had to have them for my wedding but now I wanted something else...
I looked in the mirror and just stared at myself. I was in a gorgeous white wedding dress with the veil covering my eyes. That veil would be turned around soon, all I had to do was wait for Mum to say so and I'd be off down that isle. But I'd much rather he was here... but that would never happen. I looked in the mirror again and found myself being miserable on what was meant to be the happiness day of my life. And then I saw it; it was only for a split second but I knew who it was. Him. But how? He was dead - I was just imagining it.
A sudden breeze came along even though no windows were open. I was freezing cold so I moved to the right. Here it was warm. But then it got cold, so I moved forward. It was warm again. But then it got cold, so I moved forward and the same thing happened again. I ran instead and felt the heat. I ran to the door. It was quite hot for a moment... but then it got cold. I opened the door and ran the way the heat was. It was him; he was trying to tell me something.
I had run for 15 minutes before I realised where we were going. When I saw the words 'Cemetery ->' it all dawned on me. He wanted me to visit his grave.
After a few minutes I found it. "Jonathan Matthew Bolton" it said on the gravestone in large letters. In smaller letters it said '12th January 1961-15th July 1984' and in even smaller letters it said 'Beloved husband to Kerry Bolton and beloved Father to Rose Bolton' Beloved father? He had died 2 years after I was born. I couldn't remember him at all. Well I could, but only a little bit. My biggest memory of him was him braiding my hair, he had gotten me these cute ribbons with roses onto tie with; he said they were "lucky". I had no idea where they had gone; I lost them shortly after his death.
I didn't get it... why did he want me to see his gravestone? It didn't help me in anyway.
I saw the flowers were dead as Mum didn't visit anymore; it had been 18 years so why should she? She had Jamie and my half-sister and half-brother Lauren and Peter. She had a new life now ... she loved Jamie ... but she still loved Dad.
I took a rose from the rim of my dress and put it down on the grave. And that was when I saw them. The ribbons. The lucky ribbons! I put them up and put them in my hair; I looked like I had when I was two.
I finally started to realise why Dad had brought me here; he wanted me to have luck on my wedding day... and for him to be there. After all these must have been here 18 years... I knew there must still be a bit of him on them.
I had got what I wanted I thought as I walked down the isle with Mum and the ribbons still in my hair - for him to walk me down the isle.