Alison stood in silence as the busy town bustled around. She mulled through her thoughts as her eyes glazed over the two identical tombstones in front of her. Although there was the rambunctious crowd of her peers passing by on their way to the only school in town, all she heard in the secluded clearing were the sounds of her breathing and the lone cemetery crow perched above her head.
Essbridge Cemetery stood out among it surroundings, owing to the darkness it seemed to emit. It was in a more forested part of the block, the bowing willows making perfect hiding places for those who refused to be seen.
Alison was leaning against the willow that grew directly across the gravelled path in front of the graves. She visited the graves every morning before school; a bit of silence before the rowdy day. She was still adjusting to living with her energetic aunt, uncle, and cake-obsessed cousin. Of course she was still adjusting; it had only been 3 months since the accident; the trauma was still fresh.
After ten more minutes of standing in the silence of the breeze, she picked up her bookbag and quickly made her way to school. She disliked being in the cemetery; it brought back the horrifying memories of the day she lost both her parents to the traumatising effects of depression. Yet it was the only place where she could be reminded of them peacefully.Her mum and dad had both been respectable people. Her mum was the local florist and her dad was a history teacher at Essbridge High School. Business with the shop began slowing and teachers were never able to make much. Bit by bit, they were struggling until it ended with both of them careening into a large oak.