THE DESCENDANTS OF DEATH
Cary washed up on the shore of Black Harrow, the coldest shore.
The coldest shore was the last I checked and it felt like she'd been laying there for some time. I felt her pulse just to touch her; I was amused she finally let me touch her.
"Cary, I think we've come to an end." So the police are here now and I've only just begun to tell the story.
CARY IS DEAD; INSIDE I'M DEAD
Cary is dead. "What?" my mother was gainfully aghast. "Yea Cary is dead. Saw her. Touched her. Dead... I guess from drowning or something of the like."
She sat down, my mother did and I felt a spirit touch me. Cary wanted to talk. "Tell her what I felt like."
She was cold I said to my mother and Cary carried on. I carried Cary to the refridgerator and she floated in, eager to gain an advantage on the milk. "Mother it's really okay, it's quite alright or whatever."
Yes I suppose it is, yet couldn't she have maybe tried to stay closer to her home? "We'd been out that way several times in the passed few weeks for events and things like that." I waved my hand and I could feel the refridgerator rumble. "I think she must have... fallen overboard." I waved my hand again and looked at my mother. For the third time I waved my hand at the handle to the refridgerator and Cary flew back toward me. The milk was still there but lifeless and stolen. I'd take a glass and hand it to my mother after I took a glass and handed it to my mother.
I took a glass and "hand it to me mother."
It was a picture of myself and Cary, well me and Cary had just started dating. She was blonde then, not so much blue in her hair and she was underweight, under what she was when it killed her, all the damn fat that weighed her down. "I can hear you." Shut up Cary. We quarreled about her weight when she would order cheeseburgers or french fries, but soup and crackers were okay with Cary.
My mother shook looking at the pictures and you might wonder why such a strong response to some girl I knew dying? Well the descendants of death oftentimes forget what the life of the dying was like. "What was dying like?" I felt frustrated long enough to remember feeling cold and afterward it felt like a cut across my... some kind of" I stopped her. "Like your soul was cut short?" She curtsied, "Thanks for understanding but it felt like maybe someone choked me and killed me." No cuts were on her body, so I assumed it was metaphorical. What do you think her dying was like? I knew what it was like, she was dead right there, and now she's dead in here. "I think she would have felt free. Like a lightbulb just popped out of the socket with a bat."
My mother sighed. "It's okay, mum." Mum and mother, mums for mother. "Three fifty for that." I took a mum, not so much mums.
"A mum." A mum... for mother. Cary: "A mum.. one mum."
A MUM FOR MOTHER
Mum. Mother spoke to me and Cary screamed so loud. "Cary, screaming isn't allowed." Mum! "Cary is dead still?" She awoke and her head spun. "Cary is not alive, yes and no she's very dead now."
The mum fell to the floor, it was on her chest before and now...
"Mum."
Grant. "That's my name, I'm Grant, very neutral name I thought so here it is."
Grant sat down where his mother's feet were and the same day rewinded in their heads after he rose from the nap he took elsewhere from where his mother slept in the opened room with windows peering onto the street but coveted blinded and grayed out for violet wasn't something you'd see from the outside and now mum felt rushed to close and open the blind, one each, not for without the other to have the second done second, and now the first one was closed and the second wasn't opened. "Open and close right?"
She was just dead, I already told you.
Mom went to the refrigerator. She took a glass of something she had made in there, some juice or tea, something that I didn't want any of because I don't want to drink stupid things my mother has in her really old refridgerator, and I don't want her to get a new refridgerator because... well I'll be jealous of it and no, there's no real feasible way to get a refridgerator to replace my own refridgerator unless... "Cary can you get me a new refridgerator?"
The cat walked in and I... just happened to miss where it went.
I peered at the ceiling now and I felt like the detective skills I'd exhibited were more or less casual considering I'd left her there. I left her there to sit and die and cry and dying and really it was hard to leave her there for so long to learn some sort of lesson or something?
LESSONS 4 EVERYONE
"Cary. When I left you there, were you scared or was that reasonable?"
I don't think you left me there I think I was depressed with the whole situation. I just already wanted to be home and sitting still felt more comfortable.
"The beach is too cold and I was too drunk."
You were drinking too much and I was drinking too much and I walked into the water and I guess I fell asleep.
"I guess you fell asleep?"
I guess I fell asleep, silly. I walked in and I don't know I was frustrated and cold and I wanted to swim and I didn't, I just fell and I was okay and then I fell asleep.
"You would have woken up."
Sea weed wrapped around my neck. It choked me and I died.
"No. Not possible."
I was sitting there. Someone hit me in the head with a shovel and...
"That's more possible is that what happened?"
I think maybe... I don't know didn't you kill me? This is the haunting.
"No..."
Yea you did. This is haunting.
"Yea I killed you."
Right. Ok let's go out.
"Ok."
THE KILLING
"Girl 7'ocklock"
I see her.
"Okay don't kill her." I saw the girl there, just waiting by the bar and I thought to myself.
"One beer."
The bartender nodded. I said to him again and raised a finger. "Just one beer."
We agreed on the brand and I paid for it.
When I killed you it wasn't even that good for me how was it for you?
"Shut up. Okay..."
Don't always say okay. Just say it.
"Kill that guy."
So I followed this guy like... "It's been three hours don't always say the time."
I followed the guy later...
"Hey can I have a cigarette?" The guy wanted a dollar. Cary:"Kill this guy."
I rooted for a dollar. "I don't have a dollar can I just have a cigarette?"
No? I have to pay you a dollar for a cigarette?
Grant and Cary went on many adventures where they would've paid a dollar for a cigarette.
Now on that cold shore we let Grant's blood.
"That was... worth the wait."
Grant died.
MUM, WHY...?
Hi... many of you may not know this.
But I am a cat.
Grant is a cat.
So Grant walks his mother's house now as a cat?
The children sat in a circle. A mother who was too accepting listened to the story.
"What is this called?"
I spoke up about it and said "Grant and Cary Die."
No it's not it's called... The Descendants or something.
No... Grant and Cary Die.
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