Creative Writing: Antony´s Grave

A chill shivered down Hannah’s spine as she proceeded through the rusty old withered gates of the cemetery and walked towards Anthony’s grave. With the sun was tucked away behind the grey clouds and black sky that over hung over, it seemed to be that days like this were always darker than the rest. As the overgrown weeds brushed past her legs, Hannah shuffled up to Anthony’s grave and placed a bunch of red magnolias beneath his moss and lichen grown tombstone. While placing the flowers down, she stood with the look as though a terrible weight was piled onto her shoulders. Whispering “Happy Birthday Anthony” into the grey sky, a single drop of pain welled up from the corner of Hannah’s eyes before the lump in her though began to engulf her words. Before she knew it, she had broken into a torrent of sobs that rushed down her face; forcing her to collapse to her knees. With her head buried in her hands, her sobs became louder with each rake of her body.

In between each of Hannah’s loud cries, Hannah’s mum reassured her, whispering, “It’s okay Hannah. It’s not your fault”. With Hannah’s shoulders slumped and her hands tucked away in her pockets, she quietly sat gazing up into the grey sky, trying to calm herself down. As her face became engulfed with sorrow as she stumbled to her feet, she stood in silence looking at her mum with puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

“Stop telling me that ‘it’s okay’ and that ‘it’s not my fault’, when in reality, we both know that I’m the one to blame for him not being here”, Hannah yelled as she pointed to Anthony’s grave. “You thought that creating me would fix all of Anthony’s problems, but instead I created more, especially for you”.

Hannah’s mum stepped away from Hannah and took a deep breat...

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...n her throat, Hannah cried, “Well, obviously it didn’t and now I’m just an everyday reminder of it”. “Sometimes I wonder if Anthony had been healthy; I wouldn’t be alive”, Hannah cried to mum with tears slowly escaping her eyes.

“Hannah, I’m so sorry. I never meant to make you feel that way”, Hannah’s mum said as tears began to well up from the corner of her eyes. “I don’t look at you as a reminder of disappointment; I look at you as a reminder of how blessed I am to have a daughter as wonderful as you. I may have had some slip ups along the way with how I reacted, but I have never stopped loving you. You may not be a coincidence, but you are a true blessing”.

Listening to what her mum had to say, a crescent began to light up Hannah’s face. As she walked over to her mum, Hannah wrapped her arms around her and squeezed her tight; never wanting to let her go.