Helen's Resurrection
"This way, hurry!" you hiss as you snake your way through the overgrown trees around the old cemetery.
"I'm coming, calm down," Lamar responds in his usual lethargic tone.
Both of you make your way out of the woods and onto the manicured lawn of the cemetery. Careful not to step on any graves, you lead the way around the edge of the field onto the main path. Tonight is the night you finally do it.
"What is the hurry? It's not like she is going anywhere, Alexander," Lamar says, panting behind you.
"You are the one who said that we should do it as soon as possible!" you whisper in a harsh tone that hurts your throat.
"I suggested that so her body doesn't get all gross! She isn't alive until after we do this, but five minutes won't make a difference..."
"I know, sorry. I just need this to go well."
"You can stop blaming yourself, you know."
"Let's keep going."
Your sister, Helen, is dead because of you, and resurrecting her is the only way to redeem yourself. Why can't Lamar understand that? He always understands you. It was even his idea to try this in the first place; you didn't know it was possible. Part of you isn't sure.
Making your way to her gravestone isn't difficult. Her funeral was earlier today, so you know the way. Still, standing six feet above her lifeless body and knowing what you are about to do makes your palms sweat.
"This place looks very different in the dark," Lamar comments.
"Yeah, it's creepy, so let's just do this and get out of here," you respond, growing annoyed.
"Do what exactly?"
You stare at him for a moment, watching his face to see if he cracks a smile. Nothing. He turns to you with a questioning look in his brown eyes. You sigh, realizing he forgot his idea.
"I'm coming, calm down," Lamar responds in his usual lethargic tone.
Both of you make your way out of the woods and onto the manicured lawn of the cemetery. Careful not to step on any graves, you lead the way around the edge of the field onto the main path. Tonight is the night you finally do it.
"What is the hurry? It's not like she is going anywhere, Alexander," Lamar says, panting behind you.
"You are the one who said that we should do it as soon as possible!" you whisper in a harsh tone that hurts your throat.
"I suggested that so her body doesn't get all gross! She isn't alive until after we do this, but five minutes won't make a difference..."
"I know, sorry. I just need this to go well."
"You can stop blaming yourself, you know."
"Let's keep going."
Your sister, Helen, is dead because of you, and resurrecting her is the only way to redeem yourself. Why can't Lamar understand that? He always understands you. It was even his idea to try this in the first place; you didn't know it was possible. Part of you isn't sure.
Making your way to her gravestone isn't difficult. Her funeral was earlier today, so you know the way. Still, standing six feet above her lifeless body and knowing what you are about to do makes your palms sweat.
"This place looks very different in the dark," Lamar comments.
"Yeah, it's creepy, so let's just do this and get out of here," you respond, growing annoyed.
"Do what exactly?"
You stare at him for a moment, watching his face to see if he cracks a smile. Nothing. He turns to you with a questioning look in his brown eyes. You sigh, realizing he forgot his idea.