I is for Insane

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This story would be categorized as Dark.  Thank you so much and I will see you tomorrow for the next installment.  Enjoy!

I is for Insane

She wandered around the city until she was physically exhausted.  Her body fell onto a park bench and she put her feet up on the bench to take some weight off of them.  It had been a stressful day so she just wanted to rest.  All she wanted was to forget about what happened.

Once Aspen was finally rested, she started to move again.  She wanted to get back to the park where she slept the past couple nights.  It was quite a distance to travel, but she didn’t mind.  She was used to that park so she wanted to stay there, no matter how far it was.

As she walked she drew closer to a cemetery near the outskirts of the town.  It was spooky at the early hours of the evening.  There weren’t any visitors as people were leaving work and ready to spend the night with their loved ones.  Some of the grave sites had flowers on them and others had small flags.  There was a gentle breeze that kept the air cool and refreshing.

She came to a stop in front of the gates.  They were open, but there was something that was keeping her from going in.  She had passed the cemetery every day on her way to the park, but the cemetery still felt unfamiliar.  There was a small fear that was holding her back and keeping her on the street.  But there was also a small bit of curiosity.  Was a cemetery really as calming as people said it was?

Aspen cautiously took a step and walked through the grave sites.  She read every name and prayed for them.  Even though she wasn’t a religious person, it felt like the right thing to do.  She wanted them to be blessed and she hoped that they passed peacefully.

She walked down the rows and looked at all the sites.  But she came to stop at one gravestone in particular.  The name JACOB BARSTOW was etched at the top of the headstone with a nice message underneath.  ‘Son, Brother, Friend.  He left us too soon but he will forever be in our hearts.’

“Idiots.”  Aspen whispered.  “If only they new the pain that I was suffering.  If only they knew how terrible of a person their son was.”  She started crying as she stood next to Jacob’s grave.  “If…if only I was brave enough to tell someone.  I…I wish I was brave enough.  I wish I did something about this.  I wish…”

Aspen paused before throwing her head back and screaming toward the heavens.  “I wish my life was normal.  I hated Jacob.  He hated me.  He said he loved me but I know he didn’t.  I don’t know why he was with me.  I hated him.  I thought I loved him but I know I didn’t.  He didn’t deserve me.  He deserved to die.  He deserved every single moment of pain that he suffered when I killed him.  He deserved to suffer.  He deserved to feel how much pain he put me through.  He deserved to have all the pain that he caused me for the years that we were together.  I hate him.  I hate him.”

She crumpled into a small pile of tears on the ground in front of Jacob’s grave.  She hadn’t really expressed her feelings of hatred to Jacob.  She kept everything bottled inside of her, letting it build up inside of her until she exploded.  It felt good to let everything out and finally say how she felt.  She felt the weight get lifted off of her shoulders and she relaxed into a deep sleep.