After Death in a New Life

The cops had heard a shot and came running inside only to see a lonely girl lying dead with tears still falling down her face, and a shot right to the head. Maybe when I’m reborn I can meet you again, and fall in love with you all over again. I want to go though the same pain I had with you, and the same happiness, I just never want to say goodbye to you again.

When we are reborn I want to be the same age as you when we meet again. I don't want to remember what happened in the past life, I mean it’s not I didn’t like it it’s just I don’t want things to feel weird. I just want to make a new life where we share pain and mostly happiness.

I want go to the same middle school with you and have stupid little fights, like little kids have when they’re in elementary. Stand by your side when something is wrong, and I want you to do the same when I’m in trouble or crying. I want you to be there even though I say go away. I want you to say, “I’ll never leave your side no matter what you do to me.”

Then when we graduate from middle school we’d have a party with all of our friends, no parents. We’d have our first experience with alcohol, because “someone” spiked the punch, that someone being Andy of course. And of course Andy also brought the smokes, so then would have also been our first experience with cigarettes, because we fall into peer pressure all the time.

On the first day of our freshmen first year in high school we would find out that we had one or two classes together, and we would also have lunch together because the school separates the fish lunches from everyone else. We didn’t care because all of our friends were there and we stayed together all the time just like a school of fish in the sea. We would meet of course other people that are upper classmen. They would skip sometimes to our lunch just to hang with us, and we’d do the same for them.

Our upperclassmen friends would bring cigarettes and/or drugs ever so often. On those days they’d invite us to go off campus with them, and of course we’d go because we fall into peer pressure all the time.

I want Andy to come out of the closet sophomore year. I want to be a little a freaked out because he’s one of my best friends but then the next day I want to love him like he’s my sister because in my heart I always knew he was kind of gay, just scared to say it. I want you to be jealous because I hang with him more than I do you, but soon you’d learn to accept him because you’d find out that he was gay and not just playing around. Yet I want you still to be a little freaked out because Andy thinks you’re really cute.

When junior year comes around I want us to be some sort of drug free but ever so often like once a year we’d go smoke some pot that we’d bought just to celebrate that we survived a New Year. I want you to finally ask me out when the end of the school years comes around and I’d say yes, because I’ve liked you since middle school. I want you to be my first love again.

Then when we graduate high school I want to raise my diploma in the air and say, “I gradated” and have tears running down my face when I see my underclassmen friends sitting in the stands cheering for me with tears also running down their cheeks and my parents there crying too, because there only child is a high school graduate. I want you to be they’re getting your diploma also, and our friends still cheering and tears still falling from their eyes.

I want there to be another party for us graduating from high but I want this party to be somewhere secluded, like somewhere you’d see a scary movie being filmed. I want all our friends there again even the underclassmen that were at our graduation but again I don’t want any parents there. I want to get so drunk that I start to cry again and I would start to mutter, “I don’t want to leave school, I don’t want to leave my friends.” I want you to be there still by my side holding on to me saying everything is going to be ok in the real world.

Then I want you to pull out this little square box and open the top and ask me to marry you. Andy of course still at my side like a little puppy covering his mouth with a small little scream, and I would say yes.

Close to the end of the party I want Andy to make the biggest scene so he can get everyone’s attention to make the announcement that you just asked me to marry to you. Then when everyone hears about it I want them to come running up to us and ask if it was true.

I want Matt, that’s liked me since fish year to come walking up slowly and pull me away from you and take me outside where no one could see us. “Why?” Matt would ask looking down at his feet and his hands on my shoulders, “why Adrian”. I would say with out any hesitation, “Because I love him.” I want to try to walk away from Matt, but feel the pain that he has and stay to comfort him. After the party I want everyone to have a D.D, designated driver and get home safely.

I want the wedding outside when the sun is about to set. I want Andy to be your best man. I want my 3 best friends as my bridesmaids, and there dresses to be light green and my dress to be lavender. I want Matt to be the photographer of the whole wedding. I want my dad to walk down the aisle with me with tears descending down his cheeks and not just him with tears but all of my old underclassmen friends too, and Matt with small tears also. When I get to the front I want my dad to let me go and he’d go sit down mom who would have started to cry even before I started to walk out. Of course the preacher would take forever in reciting the vows, but it didn’t help when we wouldn’t say anything for a while either. Then when we finally finish with the vows I want to walk back down the aisle with you and everyone throwing up little flower petals as we went past them. When we get end of the aisle I want to turn to you and give you another kiss and say “I love you” and I want you to do the same for me.

I want to grab Matt away from his camera and have at least one dance with him. I want to share one dance with all of my friends that came and my family, but I want to save the very last dance for you and only you.

When we’re 25 I want to have our first child. We’d want it to be a surprise so I didn’t go get a sonogram. I wouldn’t care if it was a boy or a girl, but you would want a baby boy. Even if it were to be a baby boy I’d still dress him up in the cutest little clothes. We would think of names I’d argue that he wasn’t going to be named Adrian Jr. When we came to a conclusion of the name it was time.

I wouldn’t want to take the epidermal. You would stand by my side, and Andy, his boyfriend, Matt, and his girlfriend would be in the waiting room. I want it to take 12 hours for our baby to decide to come out and to our surprise I would have twins, one baby boy and one baby girl. Isarel would be the baby boy’s name and Adrianna would be the baby girl’s name. “I’m never going to say no to the epidermal again” I want to say after giving birth to Adrianna. I want to hold them and hear their cries before I fall asleep. I want you to go get Andy, Matt and company and tell them the news. When I wake up I want you sitting beside me with our babies in your arms and Andy and Matt playing with them.

(still working on it.)