Don’t Make Wishes in Cemeteries Because They Might Come True

Chloe has lost the only person that has truly understood her, her boyfriend Hunter. While everyone in town is obsessing over his death, she's obsessing over the life that they once shared together.

Finding comfort in the cemetery in which Hunter was buried, Chloe finds that she's most comforted just being near him until she makes a wish that she never thought would come true.


3. Mothers and Confrontations


The wind blew through my hair sending a chill down my spine. I opened my eyes and remembered where I was and that I may have felt calm with Hunter, but he wasn’t the only body lying around. I stood up and pressed my hand against his name. The engraved letters sent a wave of sadness through me. This was the only thing I could touch that truly belong to him. His parents had given everything away and hadn’t bothered to offer me anything. I hated and loved the idea that his things were distributed among numerous people and pieces of him were still out there.

                I didn’t leave with a “good bye” or “see you later.” There was no point, it’s not like he was going to respond. From down on the street, I saw a figure standing under the street light. My feet froze and refused to walk any closer – or further away. The light was bright on the but I could only see a dark silhouette, no features. The only thing that I was certain of was that whoever it was, was a man.

                “Chloe!” The voice was familiar but I couldn’t place it thanks to the blood pounding in my ears.

                I stayed quiet as if it would help anything. He already saw me and knew who I was, there was no acting like I didn’t know what he was talking about. I pulled my cell phone from my back pocket and found a crap load of missed calls and text messages – mostly from my mother. I exited out of all of them and debated on whether I should call my mom or the police when the voice spoke again.

                “Chloe, it’s Barry,” he said. “You’re mom asked me to come get you.”

                I hung my phone up and let out a deep breath. Barry was my mom’s boyfriend, he was also a cop and the fact that he had come to get me, I don’t think was a good thing. Yes, my mom may have asked him to come and get me but the cemetery had this huge sign that said, “NO TRESPASSING.” Just because I was the daughter of his girlfriend didn’t mean that I got special privileges.  

                One thing I could say about Barry was that he never gave me shit, it was always my mom who said something after the fact. For example, the ride home was quiet. I didn’t get a lecture about the sign plastered in front of the cemetery and he didn’t mention anything about how I had worried my mom. Come to think of it, Barry was the only one to show any compassion, even if it was silent.

                My mom, on the other hand, had a lot to say when we got back to the house.

                “If you go there again at night, I’ll call the police and tell them you’re trespassing,” she yelled.

                Barry stepped between us and held a hand up. “Wait a second Lisa. She’s been through a lot –”

                My mom’s head snapped as if she was possessed. “You’re not her father Barry!”

                I was glad the attention and anger was off me for a second but as I watch my mom and Barry yell at each other back and forth, I wanted to throw something at the both of them (mainly my mom for being such a callous bitch).

                Instead of throwing anything, I stood up and started clapping. The action caused them to stare at me in utter surprise. “Way to go mom. Barry is the only guy that has put up with your shit since dad left you for someone else because he was tired of putting up with your shit. Keep pushing everyone away.” I started to walk up to my room while she was still speechless but turned around to get one more thing off my chest. “You spend your time yelling at the people you love when they could die at any second. It’s petty bullshit and you’re going to regret it.”

                Her mouth dropped open and Barry walked past her through the kitchen door. I left her gaping and ran up the steps to my room shutting the door behind me and propping a chair underneath it. A lock was on my list of things to get but also on the list of things I wouldn’t give a crap about once I left the house for bigger and better things in life. But how far could I really go when my anchor was always going to be in Winsor Hill?

                I lay on my bed and reached into the top drawer of my nightstand to pull out a little, black box. There was a ring inside that was meant for me. I knew because I found it in Hunter’s car the day he died. He wanted to talk to me and had been acting strange that day. I don’t know if he was going to propose or if it was some kind of promise ring, but it didn’t matter. Hunter and I were going to get married one day, at least we were supposed to.

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