Omnipotent

Chapter 2

Today was like any other day. The wind was blowing, birds chirping, and I see the leaves growing back on those oak wood trees. Its calm for a Sunday and I have nothing to do. All is lost now. Everything I once had, gone. All because of her. The wind wasn't blowing when I realized it, the only birds chirping was crows and the leaves? They'd make a great leaf pile to block my frustration. I don't want to talk about this day or any day in between or before that day but all I can say is that she's dead. I still can't seem to believe it. How could this have happened? Why her? Why, just why? My girlfriend, and once best friend, died today in a car crash on Route 47, March 15, 2005. All she remembered before the crash was her name: Autumn Abigail Green. She preferred being called Autumn over Abigail, even though the name is kind of cute to me. Autumn, come to think of it, the name brings out her mood. She has orange hair soft as a teddy bear, and had steel gray eyes that were so sharp; they could probably cut you, her voice, powerful yet delicate... I looked at her gravestone, holding her favorite bouquet of flowers: lilies, roses, and daisies. The same bouquet I gave to her in the North Garden High School prom. She was smiling with a beautiful red dress with tiny diamonds lining the borders of the dress. I was bereft because of the loss. Depressed actually. I soon cried her name in sorrow, "Autumn, why'd you go? Why'd you leave me? Don't you know I can't do this without you?" In my left hand, I clutched the necklace I gave to her on her fourteenth birthday. It's broken now. Shattered. She claimed she'll keep the necklace on forever. Lie. She lied to me. Before she died, (or think she was going to live) she took it off, and gave it to me, telling me to "keep this in your heart, and I'll hear it beating still". I clenched my fists in anger and threw the broken necklace on the ground. Liar. My hand was bleeding. I begin to head home droopily. So while you're feeling this scenario, let me tell you about me and Autumn's relationship.

I believe my story started at Mom's favorite store on a normal Friday evening when I was only about nine years old. With that, my light blue overall jeans covered my green tee. My mother, Ella, with short brown hair and I, went to go find some food because it seemed we are running low. I was about to head for the potato chips in the snack aisle because as you might know, little kids get hungry. Fast. That's when I saw a little girl in a light blue skirt reaching for those same chips. I didn't see her before, but it was love at first sight. I tried to grab the chips quickly, she did the same, and then we touched hands. I jerked my hand back and I could hear her jerk back to from the rustling of the material in the chip bag pile. When I laid eyes on her. That's when we had a thing. Well, at least I did.

"Excuse me; are you going to get that?" I asked the girl, sweating.

"No, that's fine, you can get it. I was just checking to see if there was a Jumbo sized bag and I see you got the last one." We both laughed at her little joke. As little kids, we couldn't decipher what was funny or not, it's like saying what DNA stands for whilst still not knowing the ABCs properly.

I then stated my name; and so did she. "Autumn. Call me Abigail. It sounds cute, ya know?" We would lair interminably after that day, and soon enough I ended up engaging her to my seventeenth birthday after I found out she was in my school and neighborhood. We had much fun together, but only as friends. That's when the incident happened... She was on her way home from my party, on Route 47, when a tragic mishap turned Autumn into a truck's bait. The police found her body. I wasn't all excited about my party anymore because for the first time, I realized that I worry for someone: Autumn. I wish she was here to respond with a big hug or a kiss on the forehead perhaps. Now, I just have lilies, roses, and daisies in my grasp. Or what was left of them. Now she haunts me. I even hear my name whispered in her voice: "Winter Hamilton McKnight... I am still with you. Just dream of me then we can be together..." But things got worse, when I give her dreams, I get nightmares in return. All about demons and traces and a tenure of my sweet Autumn. I even hear those same two words: "Free us." It was like butterflies were replaced with hell hounds. The next morning, I found a surprise, when I opened my eyes, Autumn was there smiling at me. When I got up to try to hug her, I flew past her like running through mist. Not only did I: (A) get hurt, (B) think I was dreaming, I found out I could talk to the dead! I was totally psyched out when this happened I came to a doctor to see if I was hallucinating but he just nodded and said, "It may have been a bump on the head or it was just a white cloth on a chair or a lamp or something."