The dreams have yet to halt. They have gotten worse...I've woken drenched in sweat, practically crying. Sometimes I catch glimpses of him during the day too...just flashes though. Memmories. Its haunting me. I can still see his bloodly fingers, his lost eyes looking at me...the blood stains on my dress. Sometimes I wish I was still dead. But he deserved it. I shouldn't have died that night before my wedding. It must have been the night before, when he saw me in my chambers. Its bad luck to see the bride before the final day you know. It muct have been bad luck. Thats it. Thats why I died. Bad luck...oh how naive I am.
I have noticed that birds, like crowes, follow me where i go. Weather it be during the day, or a night's stroll. I think they watch me...maybe even protect me. I'm not afraid. The worst has past. But sometimes i still feel it creeping up on me. I spend most of the day and night in the cemetary. This town is so deserted, no one objects. I haven't a home...thats why. They tore it down. Its nothing now. I don't mind though, I was dead, and it was a crime scene. My father doesnt know that I am back, and I don't think he would like to see me back from the dead. It would only frighten him. My brother is in Japan, and he too knows nothing of my resurrection.
I'm sitting under the only dead tree in the cemetary as of now. A crow is sitting on a branch, and I can hear the faint howl of a wolf from afar. Its quiet. The wind is still. But I like it like that, its peaceful. The moon is red again. I don't know if that is natural, but it is. It's like it's only red when im here, which is every night. Its so beautiful though. Its just something about dying that makes me appreciate the small things that I took for granted.
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