APRIL 29, 2014
SECONDARY STUDENT MAGAZINE
FASTER.
CRUNCH.
CRUNCH.
CRUNCH.
I
LOOK
DOWN
BENEATH
MY
FEET
AT
THE
DEAD
LEAVES
BENEATH
THE
SOLES
OF
MY
SHOES
AND
A
SUDDEN
BREEZE
FORCES
ME
TO
WRAP
MY
COAT
AROUND
MYSELF
TIGHTER.
I
LOOK
UP
AND
TAKE
IN
MY
SURROUNDINGS.
IT’S
SILENT.
AND
COLD.
TREPIDATION
ENGULFS
ME
IN
Its
TAUNTING
EMBRACE.
!
I
WAS
STANDING
IN
A
CEMETERY.
00:30.
I
START
WALKING
AGAIN,
MY
PACE
SLOW
AND
WARY.
MY
HEART
TUGGING
FORWARDS,
LEADING
MY
WAY
AND
THERE,
RIGHT
IN
FRONT
OF
ME,
IN
THE
MIDDLE
OF
AN
ESPLANADE
THEY
STAND
UNDER
A
LIFELESS,
WITHERED
TREE.
!
00:20.
MY
FEET
CARRY
ME
FASTER.
A
PERSON
STANDS
THERE,
ALONE
WITH
THEIR
BACK
TURNED
AND
MY
BREATHING
ESCALATES.
A
SENSE
OF
FOREBODING
WRAPS
AROUND
MY
HEART
LIKE
A
NOOSE.
!
00:10.
THEY
HEAR
MY
FOOTSTEPS
AND
SLOWLY
TURN.
AN
OLD
WOMAN
HOLDING
A
BOUQUET
OF
ROSES
LOOKS
AT
ME
WITH
TEARS
GLISTENING
IN
HER
EYES
AND
SHAKES
HER
HEAD.
SHE
STEPS
BACK
REVEALING
A
GRAVE
STONE.
I
FEEL
MY
BREATH
HITCHING
AND
THE
FINAL
SLITHER
OF
HOPE
IN
MY
HEART
FIZZLING
OUT
LIKE
A
FRAIL
PIECE
OF
PAPER
IN
A
FLAME.
!
!
00:05.
I
READ
THE
EPITAPH
AND
CHOKE
BACK
A
SOB.
"HERE
LIES
MARY
JANE
MCLAWE.
BELOVED
DAUGHTER
AND
FRIEND.
NEVER
GIVING
UP
HOPE
TO
FIND
HER
ONE
TRUE
LOVE.”
!
I
FALL
TO
MY
KNEES
AND
CLUTCH
THE
GRAVE.
!
!
!
!
-‐K.K.
!
00:00.
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