It was a quiet and crisp Sunday morning when I was standing at my grandmothers gravestone. She died three years ago, and I've been visiting her grave ever since. On her grave, it said "Sarah Smith 1923-2013" She was 90 then would've been 93 if it weren't for pneumonia.
The only real reason I visit her grave every year is because when I was 9 she told me "When I die I want you, Katie, to go to my grave every year for the rest of your years. One day, I will come back and guide you to a beautiful place." That was 9 years ago, I'm now 18 and I don't need to believe in a stupid wives' tale like that.
It was created just because she wants me to visit her stupid grave. Why couldn't she just have said that? Like, if she just said "Hey, Katie, I want you to go to my grave often." I would have! But I guess I can't blame her. She only wanted me to remember her. But event though I stay. Even though I like where I am. Something is calling me elsewhere. Something dragging me far, far away from this place I call home. Some place so far away nothing could ever possibly go wrong! Somewhere so perfect that it could make any pessimist leap for joy and have butterflies in their stomach. Some place that has soft, grassy hills instead of mountains and, shines polished stones, not jagged rocks.
Then, I hear a thud and see blood. My blood. The pain is unbearably excruciating. I pass out on the ground. Maybe graveyards aren't just for people to be buried. Maybe it's where people die too.
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New World Gone Spoiled
Mystery / ThrillerKatie Jones is a British teen trapped in a tortuous and terrible world. She doesn't know how she got there or why she's there. She meets Thymes. A silent loner keeps her away from danger. I really hope you like reading this! I sure had fun writing i...
