Writing Too Late To Say "I Remember"

[UnknownColor]

This is actually I story I wrote. I hope it's allowed in this forum? heh heh ^^;; So yes.. please, comment? Critique?

Too Late To Say "I Remember"

I hear her outside every night. Her weeps and sighs reach my ears as I sleep and wake me. She makes sure I know she's there again as if I'm to blame. This crying girl, is her life so terrible that she must cry out all of her tears until her eyes run dry? During the day, though, what does she do? Crawl away into the woods behind my house, searching for shade to sob in until night? Is someone else there with her as she cries? Maybe they are to blame for her tears?
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Why do I continue to question though? I know where she is. Can I not confront her and ask her myself? Surely she cannot consider it a bit intruding or nosy since she continues to cry on my property and make sure that I am aware of it. Tonight I shall confront her for sure.
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I'm waiting for the moment. When I hear her weep and sob heavily, I'll come. For about an hour I wait until I hear her. This girl's fragile voice weeps and whimpers with an emotion so sad and unknown to me.
Outside, it is as cold as ever. The hairs on the back of my neck rise and my breath is as thick as fog. In the back I see her, sitting on my seat. A swinging bench that I loved to sit on to think when I was little; it stuck as I grew, as well. When I think back someone is with me... Their face isn't focused enough for me to make out, though.. Then it cuts to their back and all I see is darkness.
For the moment, I only see her back. Her hair falls low so I see mainly that. I notice its color: a deep, dark black. It's as straight as a board with no curls or waves to disturb the silent cascade. I feel afraid at the thought of running my hands through her gorgeous curtain of hair, thinking it might be consumed into the abyss of her dark world.
Only a few feet away a twig snaps under my foot. The sound was small but loud enough for her to hear and take notice of my presence. She chokes on a sob, startled, and wipes away her tears before turning to face me. When I see her face...so sad and lonely, I feel such a strange feeling. Familiarity with so much guilt, but how and why?
She stares at me frightened, hopeful, happy, and in such disbelief. Then I speak, "Pardon me, miss, but why do you cry?" After saying it I feel it sounded stupid and childish. At my question though, her lip quivers and she begins to cry yet again. She breaks down into full cries of pain and it must be too much for she collapses seconds after to her knees and hands crying to the devil.
Slowly I kneel to her side, placing my coat over her shoulders. All this time I now see she's in a thin dress with small boots. "I- I'm sorry I questioned you. I just feel it has become my business since y-you are on my pro-operty. Please tell me, I may be able to help."
Her head rises and her hair hides her face. My hand, with a mind of its own, gently pushes her hair away from her pale, tear-stained face and tucks it behind her ears. I feel a sort of dejavu when that happens but shrug it off. The saddest smile forms on her face, though.
"I cry because of you. You could help me...if you only knew. You could help me if you could tell me my own name, who my love is, and where he has gone to. You could help me if you told me...," she begins to cry some more. I help her wipe away her tears and calm her down a little and she continues,"if you told me you remember me and...love me...like you used to.."
What...what is she saying? I'm to blame and - how I used to?! What is all this? I'm so confused now. Remember her?! I just now have seen what she looks like tonight! My expression must show my anger and deepest confusion. She sadly chuckles and rises to her feet.
"But you cannot do those of what I ask. Your soul vanished in a terrible fall and now all your joys and loves you once had are gone. I'm sorry I disturbed your rest..." With that she hands me my coat and left me with my confusion alone.
I cannot sleep at all after that. There's so much she said that confuses me so. I must be pondering this too much because I'm beginning to feel a headache coming. I rub my temples for a while but that only seems to make it worse, much worse. Within a matter of minutes I feel as if my head is about to explode. What's wrong?! It hurts so much... I'm on my knees in pain! My head feels as if it's being crushed by a giant's hand.
Right when I think my head is about to burst, she appears in my mind and the pain subsides. More images of her appear, ones not from tonight though... I see her in a wedding dress, so beautiful. I can't explain how I feel at this image. Then she's holding a child with tears in her eyes but the best smile I've seen her wear was on her face. The last...she's sitting with me on the swinging bench? Where are all of these coming from?
Now voices enter my head. So many of them. "Dear, I love you so much, never leave me?" I hear her plead to me. "I promise," I heard myself reply. "I now pronounce you husband and wife." "Look at your daughter, isn't she beautiful?" "Just like her mother.." "Don't be out too long, love. And be careful on that horse, it's not fully broken." " Don't worry, Danielle. I'll be back before dinner. I love you." "Johnathan, be careful!" "Wolves!" "Is he okay?" "He fell pretty hard on his head." "I'm sorry, Mrs. Cunningham, he doesn't remember anything, not even you or his family. There's nothing we can do..." "I guess some promises can't be kept, love."
"I...I remember. I remember!" I yell. All this time. She's..my love. My Danielle. It's been years, why now do I remember? Danielle, she was my trigger to remember. I musn't waste time! I need to find Danielle.
I know where she is. We have a small cottage we used to have for rent. She's there, I know it. Through the woods I race towards her. The path is clear, I'm surprised. It's a sign... I have to run faster. The path is clear for me for I must reach her before it's too late. Too late before what? I don't want to know. I just want to see her.
The cottage is there and I can tell she's lived here and still is. The lights are on and the walk way is placed with stones and the flowers are in bloom. That's my Danielle. Her garden looks beautiful, like she always has it. Her favorite flower is there, as well. The red rose...
I walk up the pathway to the door of the house and push it open. "Danielle? It's me, Johnathan. I remember, love." No response. I close the door behind me and walk around. No one. "Upstairs."
The stairs groan and whine under my weight as I climb slowly. There are two doors on the second floor the one closest is on my right. I open the door and peek inside. On the bed I see her. "Danielle....love?" I whisper. I glide towards her, then come to a stop. She's as pale as ever. On the dresser is medicine. I check it...it's empty. She's killed herself...
"N- no... No! Why? Why?! I finally remember and I'm left alone as before." I cry, I cry like I never have before. "Why, my love? Why didn't you wait for a while longer...?" I run my fingers through her hair and climb in bed with her. I hold her close to me. She's so cold. I wrap my arm around her and hear something crinkle.
I release her and pull the covers down. There's a note:
Dear Johnathan,
I'm sorry. I cannot go on knowing you'll never remember me. My life is so incomplete and meaningless without you. Not being able to see you smile, to hear you say you love me, to kiss you, to hold you, it kills me inside. My heart and body cannot go on any further. I know you could not keep your promise to me but keep this one other promise. Please...take care of Casandra. I leave your daughter with you. Love her and care for her, keep your promises you make to her, as well. I love you and miss you.
Your love,
Danielle

"Casandra?" The other room. I kiss Danielle one last time and leave her bed. I walk into the other room down the hallway. The room is painted a dark purple. In a corner lays Casandra on her bed. I see her, maybe about five years old now. Her hair is long like her mother's and the same dark and beautiful color. It's wave comes from me, though. Her eyes are a dark chocolate..I remember from before.
I sit down beside her carefully. Tears silently fall onto her covers. It's been so long since I've seen her. "My Casandra, such a beautiful daughter. I promise you, I will never leave you. I won't break this one, I swear."
For the rest of the night I hold her close to me. She's all I have left from Danielle. She's now my life. Maybe it's not too late to say I remember?

[Lady Asphyxia]

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