Do you remember?

I placed two bunches of flowers beside each grave, silently saying my prayers. I looked up to the sky, wiping away the tears that were streaming down my face. I thanked my lucky stars that I had been saved, but I still wished that I had died, so this pain in my heart wouldn't be killing me. I didn't know just how much longer I could take this emptiness. It was eating me alive, driving me crazy.

"I love you mum, I love you Jessie,' I whispered to the graves. I stood there for another a minute, just looking at all the graves around me. So many people had lost their loved ones.

Mum and Jessie hadn't deserved to die. God, how I wish it was dad lying there, under the ground. He had no right to be alive. But at least I knew he was in prison for life. He would never cause any harm now. He had taken away two innocent people's lives and had left me by myself. Words could not express just how much I hate him.

I was living with my mum's older sister now. As much as I loved living with Aunt Kathy and her family, it just wasn't the same as living with my own family. Despite the fact she would always tell me to treat it like my own home, I just couldn't help but feel a stranger there. Nothing would ever feel like home again. Dad had made sure of that. Just thinking his name made my blood boil.

I took a deep breath, sighing, before turning around to leave the graveyard. On my way out, I passed a boy who was entering the graveyard. I didn't think much of it as first, but I took a second glance at him. Something about him seemed to draw me to him. I was about to follow him, but stopped. I gathered he may want to have some alone time with whoever he had come to see.

I waited for about half an hour, before the boy came back out again. I almost missed him, as I was busy checking my phone. But luckily, I had looked up just in time to see him turn from the graveyard.

"Excuse me!" I practically yelled, running up to the boy.

He turned around, to see who I was calling. He saw there was nobody else there and gathered I was after him.

"Yes, how can I help?" he wanted to know.

"Whoa..." I breathed.

Now that I was face to face with him, I realised just how good looking he was. He had soft smooth skin, deep blue eyes and jet black hair. He was about an inch or two taller than me, sophisticatedly dressed, with black trousers, a white shirt and a black waistcoat on top. Wow, he really was so good looking.

"Oh wow, you are so good looking!" I exclaimed.

The boy looked at me in bewilderment and took a step back. Ok, so I was a little too open with my thoughts at times. But hey, good to be honest and straightforward right?

"Erm...I need to...," he started to say.

"Oh damn, sorry," I interrupted. "I didn't mean to scare you like that. I just wanted to talk to you."

" I know you?"

"I could ask you the same. Something seems familiar about you."

"Right. Well I'm Jake. And you are...?"

"Hmm, no I don't seem to recall your name. But yeah I'm Taya."

As soon as I said my name, Jake looked shocked and grief-stricken as if he'd seen a ghost. He had gone completely pale and kept muttering something under his breath which I couldn't make out. But whatever it was, he seemed completely seemed freaked out. Now it was my turn to look at him in bewilderment as he paced up and down.

"Erm Taya, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" Jake asked carefully.

"I'm nearly 19," I replied, confused. "Why? How old are you?"

"Huh? Oh na I'm just asking. And I'm 17."



Jake was still pacing up and down, his hand on his forehead pacing up and down. A moment later, he took out his phone and dialled numbers. I just stared at him in total amazement wondering why my name had him completely freaked out.

"Hey Dylan," I heard him say, as he walked away from me. "You at home right now? We need to talk..."

Jake was on the phone for a while to this 'Dylan' person. Even though he had moved a good distance away from me, I could just about catch his end of the conversation. I heard him say 'Yes! Taya! Oh my god, I know!' at one point. This just left me even more confused. Why would he be talking about me for to this person? What did I have to do with anything?

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn't even realise that Jake had come up to me. He waved his hands in front of me, which bought me back to earth.

"I need to be off now Taya," He informed me with a soft smile, which made my heart melt. "I need to go meet Dylan. So, I'll see you around?"

"Erm yeah, I hope so," I grinned mischievously.

"Bye Taya."

"Laters Jake."

He smiled shaking his head, before walking off the other way. I watched him walk away and smiled to myself. Even though this boy seemed a bit weird, he seemed sweet enough. There was something intriguing about him. And there was something about him that seemed really familiar. But I just couldn't work out what it was.

As I walked home, I thought about how lucky I was to still be here. Mum and Jessie had gone, but somebody had been kind enough to save me from dad's murder. And I wanted to know who that someone was that I had to thank for saving me. For the last 3 years, this question had been playing in my mind. I would come to the graveyard in hope of finding my answers. But each time, I would get the same answer. Nothing. However, something told me, that I would find out soon enough. Maybe meeting Jake was just the start?