The Accident-Part 8-The End

 Part 8-The End.

"Are you alive?" I say still on the ground and frozen by sight.
"How can you see me?" Carrie's face is also filled with sudden shock. It's like sudden death.

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"So you can see dead people. That's such a great god-gift."
Carrie says straightening her long hairs at the back. They are so shiny and almost real.
But being close to Carrie is not real. You'll realize that you're talking to some plastic person. Someone who's not there but there. You'll get to know that.
I get nervous around her sometimes.
"Yeah, I just realized it. Its so weird. I can type fast on my tablet and I guess that's a super power too." I am looking down at my feet. They're shining in the sun rays.

We are sitting on a log. I mean I'm sitting on a log while using sitting for her might not be the correct thing to say.

You realize that 'right' and 'correct' have some moral meanings. Correct is something which you say when you are positive about something which is right from all directions. And right is something which is positive from your insights. I did it.
I never say xoxo though.

"So you found out that Mark was behind this?" I asked looking upright at her.
"Yeah."
Carrie is looking up at the sky. At the trees if to say correctly. She looks old but young in a cold way. She's whiter and her features have grown more round than before. They aren't sharp anymore like before. Anyways, now I know being dead doesn't do you more from appearance. But its been long since I first met her.
She was like a flower but now its kinda withered without an actual experience of summer, and winter is like all it got.

"I found and met Mark."
"Is he dead too?" I say stupefied.
"Yeah." And she chuckles a bit after saying it.
"I've been saying "yeah, yeah", again and again. Its so weird."
"You can tell me what happened."

She gets silent for a moment. And opens her mouth to say something but then shuts it after a halt. She's hesitating. I don't know why. I turn to face her.
"You can tell me about it."
"I also i think i can. But I cannot make you meet Judy. That's the worst part."
My heart skips a beat but I say anyway.
"You can tell me."

Carrie looks at me with defeaning eyes which isn't making me deaf. It's making me heavy. Second by second.
"Mark drove the bus drunk dead. And he threw it off the ledge. We all know that. But, when i talked to him about the purpose he shaked his head out of fury and started calling out someone. I guess he didn't know he was dead like me. He was calling out "Marilyn, Marilyn" again and again. I was getting sick of it. So I stopped and asked who she is."
"He turned towards me and looked me in the eyes. But his eyes were full of something i think i still won't ever be able to get on with. He was tired. Hella, tired. With like burning eyes, crying for someone day and night. He was waiting for someone who never came."
"Then he took to bad means and took lives and families and relations. Something he should never have. Believe me, but, the process is too long. The things he experienced and told me about it, the list is endless. He tried. He tired. And failed every time.
I still can't figure out why people don't realize it's so important for someone that they get the presence of someone they love. Someone they can never stay away from. Someone they need in bad times. Someone who will always remain by their side."

"Mark also lost his wife. Things weren't good. He woke up that Saturday with blood on his fingers. He glared at the sight and quickly ran to find her wife who wasn't there that afternoon. He slept through that afternoon which changed his life forever. Mark never got justice or never even got to find her wife or even her body. The officials stayed the same. The courts stayed the same. The people stayed the same. But the thing that changed was Mark."
"Never forgiven the methods he took to destroy his enemies, earn what he didn't deserve, and steal and cut and murder. The odds? People forget but people who commit remember."

"Judy fell deep into the river. I couldn't find her. I told you the death of me through the message on the corridor. And I made people see you, find you, let you know things which I did. I didn't want to return to my house since mother had returned to feed on my remains, but I still did to give you that file. I think you cracked the case. 14 and so bold. Thankyou for finding me. If you ever want to come back, I'll remain here alive."

There's silence all around. Maybe filled with plastic hearts of plastic people.

Grief is what you call silence. I was in silence for so long. Looking for answers in the paper and the truth engraved in tiny letters. When now I look at the bigger picture, it's actually were never the words. I never knew feelings could be so strong. It's anger. It's revenge. It's the rage you get when you lose what you love.

Maybe finding people you love, you lose, can be a disaster. It was a disaster for me. As well as for Mark. For Carrie. For every injustice.
Carrie says it so well that maybe people don't realize the depths of the oceans, the truth behind the covers of nature, why they never wanna show, tell, come out.

 
People build and destroy just to live like a recycling machine every day. But they don't realize that hearts that God builds can never be made again once destroyed.

 
I don't hope people to love and laugh and live together. I just hope them to not fight, for the greater good. For the peace of us all.
I'm 14 and I'll remember it.

In the end, she looked at me and said- "Tough people should stay the same. I don't want you to ever change, May. Stay tough in the storm. Always."

That's the first time I heard my name from her mouth. I dont remember telling her my name though.
Maybe I did.

Prologue and 'BadingGoodbye' (personally by me) coming soon..

Thankyou so much to all my 'TheAccidentReaders' for being with me till the end♡.