I Miss You..

When Kip's girlfriend gets killed in a horrible car accident will he learn to love someone else? Will he have to?


1. Finding Out.

Kip and his girlfriend, Grace, had been dating for almost three years. They started dating in their sophomore year, they were about to graduate. Neither one of them had went all the way, but were planning on doing it with each other, after they were done with school. Many people bullied Kip because he was considered, "Emo." He hated everyone for it. The only people he trusted were Grace and his mom. He witnessed his father drunkenly beat his mom when he was younger, he hated him for it. To his father, Kip was a mute, but to his mom and Grace he was perfectly fine. One night Kip had said his final "Goodbye." and "I love you." to Grace, without knowing it. She had ridden home with her older sister. Half way home, a drunken driver hit the car they were in on Grace's side, going almost 120 miles per hour. Both Grace and her older sister, Melody, had been killed. Along with the drunken driver. The driver was someone who had gone to school with Kip and Grace. He was one of the most popular boys in school. His name was Charles. 

"I wonder why Grace hasn't called back?" I thought aloud. My mother was on the side of me, cleaning the dishes while I dried them.

"Im sure they just ran into some traffic or something Kip." She said with a shrug. "How about you go call her," She said. "I can dry the dishes myself."

"Thank you." I smiled at her and pulled my phone out of my pocket. Going upstairs to my room. I scrolled through my contacts until I saw her name, "My Everything" I called her, waiting for a response. What I got was straight rings, so I called back, still waiting for her voice. When it finally picked up, it was a man's voice, not exactly the sweet one I was waiting for.

"Hello?" The voice rang out.

"Umm. Hello?"

"Who is this?"

"I could ask you the same thing, I am Kip." I raised an eyebrow, even though he couldn't see me.

"I am Officer Grubs. Who are you calling for?" My eyes widened. Why is an officer answering her phone.

"Im calling for my girlfriend, Grace.. What happened?!" I asked, still shocked by who answered it.

"You should probably sit down sir." I was already sitting on my bed.

"I am. What happened to her?"

"Well, she has been in a terrible automotive accident. Im sorry to tell you this, but she's been killed. By a drunk driver." I couldn't think of what to say at that point. I dropped the phone, I just couldn't function. I heard the officers voice.

"Hello? Sir? Kip?" I felt the tears stream down. I couldn't help it. One of the only two people that I loved and trusted, had been killed. By someone like my father. I looked down, my shirt was already soaked. I had been crying and I didn't realize it at first. I tried to pick the phone up, but couldn't I was shaking too much. My mom had walked in to see what was going on. When she saw me she stopped, midway through opening the door.

"Kip? Kip what's wrong?"

"Mom. Mom, they.. They killed her." I could barely get it out. It seemed like a terrible nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. My mother saw the phone on the floor and picked it up. All I could hear was her side. And even that was foggy. They killed her. They killed Grace. I let the tears stream and I just put my hands to my face. This was the most pain, I had ever felt in my life. And the only thing that was going to hurt more was my mother's death.

"Have you notified the family?" I could make out from my mom's words. Grace's family. I knew the pain that they were about to go through. And it felt like someone was slowly tearing me apart, over and over again. I knew that my father had driven drunk and he still did. I had so much rage coursing through my body for him at that moment that even more tears came out. What if he ends up killing someone, and causes this much hurt to someone. In my head, all I could picture is Grace. Grace and her beaming smile. And all of our memories. I couldn't take it anymore. I made my mom get out of my room and went for the shoe box on the top of my closet. I pulled it down and opened the top. I put my hand in it and rubbed my fingers against the metal. I pulled one of the razors out and put it to my skin. Stopping to think of Grace. I know she didn't like me cutting, but I just couldn't take it anymore. I drug the razor slowly and lightly against my wrist. Not enough to kill me, just enough to get rid of the pain, temporarily. I quickly put the metal back into the box and put it back on top of my closet. I sat on my bed and the tears kept flowing, which mixed with the blood. I closed my eyes and all I could see was Grace, last summer, across from me on a tire swing. Smiling and beaming as usual. With her light blue hair flowing in the wind, her icy blue eyes sparkling. When I opened my eyes Grace was sitting in front of me, frowning. A facial expression I hardly seen her use.

"Grace?" I asked, covering up the cut on my wrist. This wouldn't be the first time I've seen a ghost. If it really was her.

"You cut didn't you?" She said, her eyes starting to water.

"Grace, I couldn't take the pain anymore, I was trying not to. I really was. Im sorry."

"Kip, Im sorry I went with my sister." That's right, she rode with her sister home.

"Did your sister get hurt too?" I asked, scooting closer to Grace.

"Melody is dead too Kip." She started crying as she said it. I couldn't help but start crying again. Melody and I had become good friends since Grace and I's relationship started. "I've got to go now Kip, I love you." She said, still crying.

"I love you too Grace." She then disappeared as though she was never there. This happened almost every time with a ghost. We would start having a conversation, then they would either look back, like someone was calling them, or just say they had to go. Then they would leave, like nothing ever happened. I had seen plenty of ghosts before. I saw my grandmother, a few people I never knew, my cousin, and my uncle. All had recently died. I've never seen anyone who had been deceased for more than a week though, and I had only seen my cousin more than once. Her name was Jessica. The last time I talked to her was four days after she died. She was the third ghost I had seen. When I saw the first couple I tried to tell my mom, I tried to tell a lot of people. The only person that ever believed me was Grace. And that was because she had seen her godchild, who was shot in a drive by. The people who were shooting were aiming for his dad. For no reason, they had no idea who it even was when the police told them. He was only six when they shot him. Grace was the person he was closest to, besides his parents. I went with Grace to his funeral. He had beautiful blonde hair. The people who did the speeches had nothing but good things to say about him and his what would have been bright future. I wished that people could live for eternity. Not just because of Grace, but because of people like Grace's godchild. Who will never get to live their lives because of ignorance and stupidity. I lied down on my bed. Not being able to do anything else, I just stared at the ceiling, thinking once again of all the memories we had. I glanced out of the window and saw a falling star. 

"I love you Grace." I said, instead of a wish. She had always loved wishing on falling stars and I knew, a falling star on the night of her death was no coincidence. I looked back at the roof and closed my eyes.  After I felt the tears stop I got up and walked over to my radio. I put my Red Jumpsuit Apparatus CD in and put it on number 4. My Guardian Angel. It was Grace's favorite song, as well as mine. I put the radio full blast and sat back on my bed, my head in my hands. Over the music I could still hear her voice singing all of the words. I got up and went to the radio, putting the song on repeat, I turned it down to about halfway, going back to my bed and resuming the position I was in. I could hear my mother's footsteps coming up the stairs. I stayed exactly how I was. Not even trying to pick my head up. I heard her walk in and felt her hand on my head. 

"Kip. Im really sorry, I know how much you loved her. When you get where she is I'm sure she will be waiting for you." I just looked up at her, I felt the water starting to fall down my cheeks once again. I couldn't open my mouth to speak. I felt my mom  sit on my bed. She put her arms around my shoulder and pulled me closer. I could feel her hand moving in circles on my back. 

"Mom, it was going to be our three year anniversary in a week." I started shaking my head violently. I got up off of my bed and started pacing back and fourth in the middle of my room.

"You will be able to find someone else. I promise." That was the exact words I didn't want to hear. Ever, in my life. 

"No, I won't. You and her were the only two people that I have ever loved, or trusted in my life." 

"You can learn to love someone else, like you loved her." I turned, facing her. I felt my nails digging into my skin.

"You don't understand. The love that we had, wasn't like the love you and dad had." The tears started streaming again. I was a complete mess. I felt the wind of the door opening in my face. I was going to the bathroom. When I locked the door behind me I turned to look into the mirror. My eyes were red, the tips of my black bangs were wet. My shirt was completely soaked, more than earlier. I felt my pocket beginning to vibrate. I pulled my phone out, looking at the caller I.D. It was my dad. I debated on accepting it or not. After a few seconds I slid the 'accept' button to the side, putting the phone to my ear.

"I heard what happened, kiddo." He said, in a somewhat apologetic voice. "And I just want you to know, that I'm sorry." Sure you are. You don't care about how I feel. I wish I could tell him how I felt. But I didn't, I couldn't. I just said a simple,

"Yeah. Its okay." This was the first time I had verbally talked to him in about six years.

"Wow! Your voice is deep." No, of course it is. Im a 17 year old you dumb ass.

"Yeah. Bye now." I hung up without waiting for a response from him. I looked back in the mirror. I looked down at the necklace Grace had given me last year. It was a chain with a heart on it and in the middle of the heart it said 'love' in Japanese. I grabbed the necklace and held it in my hand. I felt the metal touch my lips, then I dropped it. I walked back into my room. My mother had gone back to her room or something. I didn't care at the moment. I turned the music that was still on down slightly, to about 35 then lied on my bed., under the blankets. I pulled my shirt off and threw it at a picture of my dad across the room, the fabric hit him in the face. I tossed and turned all night. Hoping it was all a dream and I would wake up soon, but it never happened. I closed my eyes, slowly drifting to sleep, still waiting to wake up from it all.

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