Creative Writing: My Life

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I find myself standing there, as I do every night. Their headstones reading, " Julian and Emma Dawson, loving parents." The wind pickes up sending a chill down my spine. Knowing what's behind me, I still cant find the power to face it, but instead I let him stand there and watch me cry over my recently buried parents. My tears freezing my face in the cold Wyoming weather. "They wouldn't want you doing this Kate ", the person behind me mentions. "Not out here, it's not safe." My reflexes were telling me to tell the guy to go screw with someone else, until I recognized his voice. Id heard it somewhere, not sure when but it struck a bad feeling in the back of my mind. Before the feeling had surfaced to my brain, I turned around meeting the hypnotic pair of very pale blue eyes. I felt my knees buckel at the sight of him. He was beautiful. Dark brown hair, olive skin, and for his facial features looking around my age he looked nothing like any of the nineteen year olds I knew. He had the body of a twenty-five year old that was the highschool football star of the year. Everything about him was so calming. Except his voice, id heard it somewhere before and didn't like it. "Who are you", I say not daring to take my eyes of of him. "How do you know my name"? He just looked at me with those sympathetic eyes. Those eyes I'm sure could reveal so many mysteries , just by looking at them. "I'm here to help you", he said coming closer. Me matching his steps in the opposite direction. "You need my help Kate, you know you do. I can help control what's been happening to you." His words brought to mind an innconent that happened my junior year. My teacher gave me a C on a science paper I did and I was fine with it, being smart wasn't really my thing, but my prissy science partner did. The head chearleader. Do I really need to explain anymore. Little Miss Diva Angie Ash thought I could go ahead and do our entire project by myself while she went and hurled up her lunch in the girls restroom. When we got the C her and some of her other anerexic friends decided to gang up on