Author’s note: This chapter deals with discussion of potential suicide, although it’s dealt with in a completely different way as depression related suicide, I just thought I’d mention it for those who do not approve. Cody is not sad or depressed, and this is make-believe.
“Who told you?” Cody yelled.
“It doesn’t matter who told me, you’d be foolish to do that, Cody.”
“Look, you don’t know half the truth! Resurrection is wrong. Why are only some people chosen to come back, and what? Every other dead person just isn’t good enough? God took us for a reason, we don’t have the right to just come back whenever someone feels like it. It’s pure evil.”
“Evil?! How dare you! If it weren’t for me coming back, I would never have gotten the chance to meet my family, and have my children. I was taken away far too soon, trying to save my brother’s life, and frankly, that’s just unfair. If anything, my second chance was a blessing.”
“Well great. Continue walking this earth without a soul, see if I care. I won’t be a part of it.”
“Cody, you need help…”
“Nah Kirsten, you’re the one that needs help. I’ll prove it, too!”
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Just follow me.”
Cody got into his car and drove away, I quickly followed by jumping into the passenger seat of Frankenstein.
“Quick, follow him!” I shouted.
Seymour fumbled with the keys, and finally got the car started.
We followed Cody up to his room, as I did my best to avoid looking at the urn next to the TV that held my biological father’s ashes.
“Take a seat.” He said, pulling up to his computer.
He turned on his laptop, and the desktop background was a photo of a pretty young brunette girl.
“Ignore the background, I haven’t got the time to change it yet.”
“Who’s she?” I asked.
“No one. Anymore at least. Used to be my girlfriend.”
“What happened to her?”
Cody sighed deeply. “When I started researching grave-risers, she thought I became too ‘obsessed’, so she dumped me. But whatever, I don’t want to talk about it okay?”
“Grave risers?” I questioned.
“Yep. It’s what we are. They’re everywhere now. And it’s not a good thing.”
After clicking on several links and entering a series of pass-codes, Cody entered a site dedicated to the study of resurrected people, and showed me the details.
He clicked on a picture of a woman with blue hair and light purple skin.
“This is a grave-riser..” Cody began.
” A lot of them look like you and me. But some of them… some of them look like this. Their colors can vary from any color on the spectrum. When their colors are not normal, it means one of two things; one, their remains are nothing but bones, so the magic makes up for what they used to look like, by replacing their normal colors with unique colors. Or two, the magic was not powerful enough to render their original color. Then it’s known as a disgrace to anyone who practices magic.”
“How does the magic choose which colors someone will be?”
“Usually by the location in which they were buried.”
“The government has scientists researching these people day and night. They know that something is up, but for now, science just tells the public it’s a rare genetic disorder.”
“Scientists are always pushing for very invasive tests for research, but many lawsuits later, they are no longer allowed to breech our basic human rights.”
“But that’s just what we know, doesn’t mean they aren’t doing inhumane experiments on people like us. We want to avoid the tests as much as possible Kirsten.”
“The bad part is, These people can procreate…”
“Excuse you.” I grumbled.
“I’m sorry, Kirsten, but it’s the truth. The world is already way over- populated, and our species depends on death to restore the natural balance.” Cody explained.
Trying to contain my anger, for Cody’s sake, I took a deep breath.
Cody got up and began to walk away.
“So at the end of the day, we don’t belong here Kirsten. Neither do your children. And if you have any heart at all, you’ll let yourself go. Go back where we belong. We can do it together, so it won’t be scary.”
I stopped Cody by standing in front of him.
“Come one Cody.. There has to be at least something worth living for! “
“Oh god Kirsten, you just don’t get it, do you? I’m not depressed, I don’t hate my life, I have plenty to live for, I just don’t belong here…” He shouted loudly.
“That’s all just bullshit, Cody! You can’t just come into someone’s life, make them care, then walk back out! Know what? If you do it, I’ll just bring you back myself.” I cried.
“You’ll regret it Kirsten…”
Seymour suddenly stepped in and pushed Cody backwards.
“Alright, you crossed the line, buddy. Don’t threaten my wife.” He said, sternly.
“Okay, okay. Calm down boys. Look Cody, Isn’t there anything, anything at all that will at least stall you? Just a little bit?”
My voice was raspy and desperate as I tried to hold back tears. I tried to save Cody once and failed, so the thought of failing to save him again ate away at my soul.
Seymour must have been able to sense my despair, because he stepped in with a brilliant idea.
“What about the girl, what’s her name?”
“You mean Rosemary? No, she doesn’t want anything to do with me.” Cody replied.
“Well you’ll never know if you go jumping off a bridge or something, will you? Where does she live?”
Cody sighed in frustration… “Ugh… the big chateau at the end of Riverblossom Hills Drive…”
“Perfect! I’ll go find her okay? Promise me you’ll stay right here until we get back, Okay?”
I ran out the door, as Seymour followed.
I stopped Seymour over the balcony.
“I need someone to stay here, and keep an eye on him.” I said.
“Alright, just be safe.”
I took a deep breath.
“This is the spot where I died…” I whispered.
He pulled me in close.
“And it’s now the spot that you lived….” He whispered.
“Call the police if he tries anything.” I said, breaking our embrace.
I had no idea where I was even going, hell, I didn’t even know what a chateau was, but I didn’t have time to fool around.
I ran up to the big house on the end of Riverblossom Hills Drive, and rang the door bell.
“Rosemary?” I asked.
“Umm… Can I help you?”
“I’m Kirsten, Cody’s biological sister.”
“So you’re real?!” She asked, seemingly surprised.
“Look, Cody is in danger, he’s going to hurt himself. You’re the only thing we can think of that might be able to stop him. You need to come with me, please!”
“Oh my god… oh… Okay… Let me grab my shoes and ….”
“We don’t have time, let’s go!” I interrupted.
Speeding down the streets to get back to the house, I simultaneously attempted calling Seymour, my stomach dropped when I got no response.
The blood red sky painted the mood accurately as we pulled up into the driveway. Cop cars and ambulances surrounded the house.
“Oh no…” cried Rosemary.
Afraid to take another step forward, I took a deep breath and pushed myself ahead.
“No, turn around baby, just get back in the car.” Seymour yelled, pacing towards me.
I felt my stomach in my throat, as a few tiny droplets of water reminded me that this was still reality.
“Honey I tried to call you, is everything okay? Is Cody-“
Seymour stopped me, and began to cry.
“No… It’s too late… Isn’t it?”
“Honey I’m so sorry, I know you tried.” He whispered. “You tried, I tried, we both did. But it was a lost cause, he already had his mind made up. This isn’t your fault.”
The sound of my muffled weeping into Seymour’s shirt caused him to tighten his grip on me. I felt the earth shatter for a moment, and I just wanted to fall apart.
“We did all that we could do baby.” He cooed.
I cried into my husband’s embrace until the rain eventually stopped.
Hannah was a mess, but she still found it in herself to assure me that it wasn’t my fault, that it was never my fault.
“Cody has been saying he was going to do this for years now, Kirsten dear. We all saw it coming, no one could have stopped him.”
“But our family will need time to mourn, I hope you don’t mind sweetheart.” She said kindly, as she held me tightly.
“Oh, I completely understand. I need to get home to my family now. Thank you for everything, and I’m so sorry about tonight.” I said.
“Thank you dear, please keep in touch, the girls just love you.”
Seymour and I offered Rosemary a ride home. It wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be, as everyone was just blank.
Rosemary invited us in for coffee. We definitely decided to accept her offer, since we’d be on the road all night.
She told us stories about her and Cody, and even explained the breakup in detail. She was very kind, and I think she would have given him another chance had Cody just waited a little longer.
“I know we just met, but I’ll give you my number, let’s keep in touch. If you ever need to rant, I’ll always be a phone call away.”
I gave Rosemary a big hug and looked forward to calling her. She had a very friendly and inviting vibe to her.
The rain came back full swing, and Seymour and I had to run to the car.
“Hurry up and unlock the door, it’s so cold out here!” I shouted, as Seymour fumbled with the keys.
Suddenly I heard a faint whisper from behind me.
“Forgive me, little sister…”
My heart skipped a beat when I saw Cody’s ghostly figure standing there in front of me. But the more I looked at him, the angrier I felt with him.
I’m very ambitious, so failure isn’t an option for me. I tried so hard to save him, and failed once again. I felt the same sting of failure as I did when I was little, and tried to save him before. Except this time, he could have prevented it.
Cody Remington betrayed me. I would never call him my brother again. And if he’s stuck here on earth, and somehow needing my forgiveness to move on, good. I’ll feel personal enjoyment knowing he’ll be rotting here forever.
“Disappear.” I growled.
“Did you say something honey?”
“Nope, nothing important!”
“Okay, then hurry up and get in, you’re going to get all wet!”
As we pulled out of the driveway, I saw flames before my eyes, as they engulfed Cody’s spirit.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep.