The Churchyard I walked through the burnt, dead leaves as they crunch under my step. I neared the gravestone, the one I had dreaded to see since this day. I knelt down by it and let the years flash back in my memory. I read the words over and over again. 'Jessica Morrow, age 16, a loving child in memory, loved by all xxx' I sighed, a crow called from behind, it's echoing cries waving the howling wind like a shock out of a volcano. Spurting like its only chance. I felt the earth shake and crumble beneath me as someone approached behind me. I froze still, listening to the calmer wind searching its way through the gnarled trees, tangled and old. As dusk finally set in it became darker as the many scratches and rustles of the bushes swayed gently in the breeze, it almost felt...Calm. But every bush, every tree that rustled seem to shriek '"Danger..Danger...Danger!'" I realised the person was now kneeling beside me, holding a perfect pair of black roses, delivered to Jessica Morrow. As they cried they whispered her name. "Jessica Morrow...You were the most loving person I know who's always in our hearts forever, don't you forget that we'll never leave you." It made me crack a smile... Knowing that people were saying my name again...