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Carter + Skye
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's a time to change, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey Carter sat cross-legged on the early morning grass. His head hung low, though his eyes were affixed on one simple gravestone that sat inches in front of him. He reread the words that were engraved onto the gravestone over and over again, though it was hard due to the fog that surrounded him, comforting him and hugging him like a blanket.
The short sentences read,
In memory of Skye S. Kingston
6/16/1996-2/07/12
Gone but not forgotten
They were haunting; the words.
Her words.
But tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way
To see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?She had died the night of February 7th, the morning of Carter's birthday.
Happy birthday to me... Carter thought miserably. It had been a perfect birthday, with German Chocolate cake, a few CD's of his favorite bands, some new headphones, a new shirt, and lots of friends and family around. Of course it wouldn't be complete without his best friend there, so of course he invited her.
Skye and Carter had been in the backyard, letting off fireworks. The woods were directly behind Carter's house, with no fence. Or course, they hadn't cared; after all, who would've? It was just the woods, and there weren't any bears where they lived, so it was an easy thing to live with as long as shadows didn't scare you. That particular night, however, had a few more shadows than normal. The friends..well, they hadn't realized they were being watched by the most vicious, most dangerous gang in the state. The way that they worked was by observing their prey for a while, and getting to know them a bit better before attacking. It was usually a violent scene, and by the end there was usually blood everywhere.
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And then you missed me
While you were looking for yourself out there?"Come on, light it!" Skye had laughed. Her black hair fell in front of her eye. Carter had grinned and held the lit match up to the firework, causing it to light. The two had backed up, smiling, and had watched the colors explode into the night sky while they covered their ears to keep the loud explosion noises out of their heads.
After the fourth firework from that point, Skye and Carter were sitting on the wet grass, laughing and talking with each other. Suddenly four older teenagers burst out of the woods, and two had grabbed Carter's arms, pinned them against his back and wrestled him to the ground as the two other males had grabbed Skye. They had began beating her senseless, but she was strong and she tried fighting back. Her fists swung around, hitting one of the teenagers in the eye and hitting the other across the nose. The dominant male of the group had yelled in fury, his eye throbbing. Suddenly he had taken a pocketknife out of his black jacket and had shoved it into Skye's chest. He took it out, then reinserted it into her stomach with a quick jerk. Carter had yelled, and struggled even harder to get free. Suddenly a sharp pain went into his head, and he realized one of the teenagers had punched him hard.
Skye had fallen to the ground, her face distorting itself into a painful grimace. Tears had formed in her eyes as the two males continued to beat her, and blood was starting to stain her shirt. The red liquid had spilled into the grass. Suddenly, a large blow was felt in her stomach. One of the males had kicked her wound where she had been stabbed. When they were done, the dominant male leaned down and slid the edge of the knife along her throat, cutting it. The red had spilled down her neck as she screamed in pain. Carter began struggling harder as he squeezed his eyes shut.
Then they were gone. Carter had opened his eyes, and crawled over to Skye. She had looked up at him with her blue eyes piercing his soul. They were covered with pain and sorrow. Carter felt tears forming in his eyes. He took off his jacket and had pressed it over her stomach, while he took off his shirt and had pressed it against her neck to put pressure on it and to stop the bleeding. Skye had looked up at him, and slowly shook her head. She whispered,
"I love you.." Then she closed her eyes. Carter screamed, and began crying hard. His tears had blocked his vision while he yelled,
"Don't die! I love you, Skye! PLEASE!!!"Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does Tae-Bo
Reminds me that there's room to grow, heyCarter stared down at the tombstone. Suddenly he felt his hands getting wet, and he looked around for rain. There was none, and he couldn't hear anything, either. It was dead silent except for the early morning sounds of crickets and wind. He realized quickly that he was crying and he closed his eyes, then opened them again to read the stone. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he read the words over and over again. His hands reached out by themselves and gently traced the letters with his fingers. His eyes scanned the letters once again, sending fresh tears to his eyes. The rough, rocky pattern on Carter's fingers felt almost good on his hands, as if...he was...
meant to be there.
To be with her.
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as
Plain ol' Jane told a story about a man
Who was too afraid to fly so he never did landHis hands shook. Was he.. supposed to die in order to get to her?
If that's what it takes... Carter thought.
I don't want to die; but I do want to be with my Skye... But what about the people that... love me? His mind argued, with the two main arguments being 'being with Skye VS the people that love him'. His head hung low in the mist, his hair falling over his eyes. Skye was his everything; his thoughts, his heart, his sight, his smell, his music... she was everywhere.
His family and friends, however... they were a different story. They took the best care of him they could, but it was just not enough for him. His mind was ALWAYS on Skye, her laugh, the colorful essence she created, her bubbly personality... When she died, he was depressed. His family tried everything they could to try and get him to cheer up, but the only way he would have been able to is to be with Skye, and quite possibly the arrest of her killers. They had been caught a few times, but always managed to get out of court, or to slip through the police's fingers and outrun them. They were serial killers, but they were surprisingly unknown.
Carter's mind wandered around, and jumped from place to place like a spastic 5-year-old. His fingers were still slowly tracing the letters, and his eyes had semi-dried up. He was scared, yes; but he wanted Skye. Was killing himself
really worth it?
But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance
To dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way?Yes. He decided.
Yes, it is.Slowly, Carter reached into his pocket and brought out a silver knife. It had been Skye's before she died, but technically she had given him permission to take it, with the words of,
"If something ever happens to me, and I die younger than planned, I want you to have this. Of course, they had laughed and thought that she would keep it until the day she died of old age... but their lans were wrong; therefore the knife was now his.
Carter looked up at the sky. He could faintly see the stars in the sky, and he whispered, "
I'll see you soon, Skye. I love you." He gently caressed the knife with the tips of his finger, and gently sliced open his finger. The pain was there, but it didn't affect him. He squeezed his eyes shut, and before his mind could protest or even have time to think about what he was doing, his arm stabbed the knife into his chest fiercely. He gasped in pain, and his hand clutched around the silver metal. He could feel his hand growing warm with the red that stained his body. He began shaking, and fell over in the grass.
Slowly and shakily, Carter opened his eyes. He mustered the last of his strength to drag himself over to Skye's grave, and to press his face against the words. He kissed her name gently, then closed his eyes and sank back into the grass. His mind slowly started eliminating all of his thoughts and he blacked out. His last thought was, '
I love you.'
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?
Was it everything you wanted to find?
And then you missed me
While you were looking for yourself out there--
This sucks.
Lyrics: 'Drops of Jupiter', by Train. I'd suggest listening to it, it's a beautiful song. It literally inspired this piece of writing.
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