TITLE: Land of Ghosts
GENRE: Paranormal Young Adult
Sixteen year old Emily stands at the open graveside of her family.
The crowd begins to disperse. They are going back to my parent's house... my house, for a funeral tea. I look again at the lonely copse of trees. This is me now. Alone.
Alone except for Doctor Dyl, who stands watching me. My sentinel, dressed in black, his icy blue eyes taut with grief.
"What do you want to do Emily? Would you like to go back to the house or stay a little longer?" His voice is rough with unshed tears.
"Stay," I whisper, the solitary word squeezing through the numbness and the uncomfortable knot in my throat.
He nods. "I'll wait by the car. Take as long as you need." He turns and stalks towards the dark Mercedes that brought us to the city graveyard.
I stare down at the three coffins. My father's, the largest, at the bottom, then my mother's, then Billy's. It is small, and white. He was seven. My scalp prickles and dizziness sweeps over me as I realise this is my last goodbye. Sinking clumsily onto the soft dry grass I pick three roses from the nearest floral tribute and throw them one by one into the grave, whispering,
"Goodbye Daddy, Goodbye Mum, Goodbye Billy."
The protective numbness disintegrates, revealing the gaping hole of loss. It's devastating. The pain that rips through my chest is excruciating and it has nothing to do with my broken ribs. Nothing could have prepared me for this feeling, this awful, awful hollow emptiness. I gasp, struggling to breathe, as it sweeps through me and sucks me down into the soft mown grass where I lie and finally weep. Loud, gut-wrenching sobs seize me, possessing me, taking control as the dam to my grief bursts.
I should be with them. I should be with them. I should be with them.
I want to die.