A Dozen Black Roses Chapter 1
~Me and my best friend where sitting under the apple tree in her back yard. I always loved hanging out on Annet’s farm, because it’s always so peaceful and relaxing.
Annet stood up and started to climb into the small apple tree. She waited until I stood up before jumping out of the tree and onto my back. Sometimes I swear that she is half monkey or something… my monkey girl.~
I woke up immediately depressed from the memories. I’ve been having these dreams… or should I say memories coming to me every night for the past week. I got dressed in a dark read button up shirt and some dark jeans, before going to the car.
The drive was extremely quite. Neither of my parents said a word the whole way to the church. Neither of my parents ever really like Annet. They just got along with her for my sake.
When we arrived at the church everyone shut up and started starring at me as though I were the guest of honor. To be honest I wish I were I’d rather be the one everyone is here for, because Annet shouldn’t be.
I was surprised when Mrs. Cortez ran and wrapped her arms around my neck. It was surprising because of how short she was. Her small 5 foot 5 was quite tiny compared to my 6 foot 2.
“Oh Ricky, I can’t believe that this happened,” she said crying into my chest. I could tell that she hasn’t slept in days, and that she probably hasn’t stopped crying.
“None of us can,” Mr. Cortez says wrapping his arm around his wife as she lets go of my neck. “Ricky, you do know that Annet loved you right? As more than an older brother.”
“I never would have guessed,” I say looking down into Annet’s casket.
Annet was beautiful, even in death. Her light brown hair down in its natural curls laying over her shoulders, her pale face was paler. I can’t stand seeing my best friend laying here, in a casket at such a young age.
I ended up sitting in the front row with Mr. and Mrs. Cortez. I couldn’t stand seeing all the people going up there and talking like they knew her, when in truth they where the ones who had hated her the most. When the priest called me up I just said a few things about how she was always so rational and that she didn’t deserve this fate.
After I said what I needed to say we all drove over to the burial. Once again I was with the Cortez’s for this also. I was the one to stay the longest. I was there long after everyone had left and the grave was covered. I knelt down next the headstone.
“Annet, you truly didn’t deserve this. How could you do this to me, to your family. I love you, I always have and I always will. I promise you that I will never let anyone ever take your place. You’ve been my best friend from the first day I moved here 13 years ago.
Why did you do it Annet? You where always the rational one. What happened to you? You should have talked to me. I don’t know why you did it, but I will figure it out.” I didn’t feel even the slightest bit strange even though I was talking to a headstone.
I looked around and didn’t see anyone so I stood up to walk away. I turned around to face the road and a elder woman was standing there not even two feet away from my face. She has short white hair, bright emerald green eyes, and was carrying a dozen black roses.
“You’re next Wolfrick, be careful,” She says and hands me the roses before walking away.
