Chapter 4 - ROSES ON EACH GRAVE

(ROSES ON EACH GRAVE)

The thing about fear is that it breaks you, … completely, it kills you so much that a little hope seems impossible and a work of your own imagination.

Now do you know what’s the difference between a sad ending and a happy one, …. Only one of them allows you to be happy, and NO its not what you think. A happy ending only lets you shine once, only when the curtains close, whereas a sad ending lets you shine at your brightest every chance you get, and when the curtains do close, they close without leaving any regrets. ISN’T THAT FUNNY.

Everything will disappear anyway, so what’s the point of leaving regrets behind.

When Anna got conscious of her surroundings, she found herself in Doctor Messie’s office again.

“Welcome back to us Anna, I’m guessing that you to Dave yesterday, seeing that you’re losing yourself in thoughts. But let’s not talk about that, so tell me, what do you think about me, if I told you to describe me with one word, what would you say? remember to be honest with yourself.”

As I asked her this question, she seemed rather stunned then I had thought she would be, granted I knew that it would surprise her, it rather seemed that she was somehow all ready for that type of question. She jumped right into it and said, “Curious, I believe that your very curious Doctor Messie, you seem to want to know everything and at the same time you strive to keep things to yourself to entice curiosity in people. It is a very interesting trait to have, and rather more dangerous that you can imagine.”

“that’s an interesting deduction that you have there Anna. Which type of stories do you like, I know your mother read stories to you as a baby, so which type of tales did you mostly enjoy listening too?”.

And she looked at me with teary eyes, the kind you keep when you have something which weighs heavily on your heart, the kind of image which pricks on you hear slowly as you try your best not to lose yourself, as you battle the river of tears which drown you deeply inside. The kind of eyes which took my breath away, so much that it took time for me to notice the smile she had been wearing the whole time.

She answered and said, “I enjoy tragic love tales best, and I recently adopted a liking towards horror stories, there’s something beautiful about the kind of details and effort which is out into each book to compliments its unique touch and the kind of feelings which are explored in the stories. Tragic love tales don’t have those cliché’ endings, it’s the one thing about love tales which made them unbelievable, it was not able to add any feelings to the book at all. The emotions which are explored in tragic tales are very beautiful, and I know that mother had a hard time understanding why I enjoyed such tales, but I guess they just spoke to me somehow, and I had the ears to listen.”

And as we sat in the office looking at each other intensively, the dimness in the room seemed to have subsided by the kind gaze she has my presence. She wore a more greyish colour today, which complimented her teddy bear beautifully.

“So you mean to tell me that a ten-year-old girl doesn’t enjoy listening to stories about princesses and prince charming, why do you believe those stories don’t interest you Anna?”, and Anna answered with, “I guess those stories symbolise peoples fantasies, and my fantasy might not be like that at all, so that’s might be the reason why I don’t find those stories interest. But then again, it might just be my own unique taste in stories” with, this gave miss Messie something about the little girl to nibble on, and this gave a little insight on the kind of thoughts that through the child’s mind. She wasn’t as Rosey as her beautiful lips, or as innocent as the teddy bear, she held with passion, there was obviously something different about the child and she seemed to be more complex than you might think.”

“Okay Anna, I see you’re a very interesting little girl, I like that. Now can you tell me about your sister, I know this is a hard topic for you but, can you try to tell me a little about her? You can take your time of course.”

And with her sudden panting, I saw tears running through her face, her once pale and adorable face changed to a peachy pink colour, with her cheeks turning pinkish red by the minute, she looked at me with despair in her eyeballs and said, “uh, Jess, … she uh, she is my everything. Jessica is, was...”

As anna tried her best to keep her composure, she suddenly lost herself in her tears and was unable to utter single word without breaking down. She clenched her fingers together and put her hands nee her mouth as she slowly started fidgeting on the sofa so much that her breathing lost its control and she started to have a seizure. Doctor Messie spoke calmly to her and slowly gave her, her teddy to be able to keep her calm, she grabbed the teddy with her might and tried her best to push miss Messie away, and as much s she tried, Messie locked her in a hug and slowly stroked her back up-and-down until she started to calm down and was slowly brought to normal.