1 Chapter 1- The funeral

I wake up not the chirping of birds or swaying of trees but to the hollowness in my chest. My energy is drained but I have to get up. I pull my broken frame from my bed, picked up my knee-length dress, it's plain black just like my soul. I slip it on, wash my face, brush my teeth and walk out of my bedroom.

The house is empty and I'm reminded that they are gone. The people who loved me and made me feel special are gone and it's my fault, I sigh. What can I say, it's too late to cry now, isn't it?. I wear the first shoe I see and pick up my keys. My 17yr old present from my parents who are gone, by the way, No biggie(hmmm).

I entered into my black Tesla and drive off trying to keep my mind on the road, trying to shut out the self-hate, regret or my ever-growing thirst for revenge. Life isn't fair, is it?. The drunk asshole who hit them is probably living his life somewhere after running away. They never got justice and they probably never will.

I'm at my destination, I remove my keys from the ignition and put on my perfectly crafted fake smile. They do say fake it till you make it. I step down from my car looking okay trying to stop worrying. This time I'll make them believe that I'm fine. I carried out the fresh roses I had bought the night before as I walk down the aisle to their coffins. It's ironic, isn't it? I look all collected as I walk down the aisle but I know that inside I feel like a mess who can't even gather her thoughts.

"Quinn", my boyfriend, Holden calls out from beside uncle Harry and aunt Mary. Granny sits with them holding her handkerchief, trying not to cry.

I wave and increased my pace holding up my facade, it's not gonna break this time. " hey ", I say to the little group while brushing down dust from my dress.

" hey", they all replied. I stand beside Holden as he takes my hands in his. We wait together for the funeral to commence.

Michael, my best friend, arrives a while later with the priest and the funeral began. I take notice of the picture that is on their coffins. They looked really happy, it was taken on their wedding anniversary, it had been one of the best days of their lives. I smiled, a real smile for the first time in weeks.

People came, they all claimed to have known my parents and attended the funeral. The priest talked on and on as my granny shed silent tears. Aunt Mary held her hand tightly and whispered soothing words into her ears.

"from the dust we come and to the dust we shall return", the priest said rounding off.

I scoffed, he could seriously say that. I couldn't blame him tho, he was getting paid to come here to blab. Nobody can ever understand the pain of losing someone. They all come to run their mouths, looking all sympathetic. ha! very funny.

Most faces I haven't seen in my 17yrs on earth were present. Business rivals were also present to bid them farewell. I felt that they were been dishonoured, they deserved to be buried by people who cared about them not to be used as charity cases or to show fake sympathy to the world. Reporters were also present giving details of the event, I guess that's what happens when rich people die.

After all, others have said their goodbyes, I and granny walked to their coffins holding each other tightly. I dropped a bunch of roses on their coffins as my grandma broke into tears.

" why, you couldn't wait for me to go first, could you", my granny said crying profusely while rubbing hands on their picture. I rubbed her back trying to comfort her while holding back my tears.

Granny eventually stopped crying and went home with uncle harry. As I waved them goodbye, I just couldn't hold my tears back anymore. Holden pulled me into his arms as I cried softly into his chest.

"you are going to be alright baby, I promise", he said wrapping his arms more tightly around me. " I hope so", I said between sobs. We continued to stay like that, wrapped in each other's arms until he had to go and I was left alone to my thoughts.

I laid on the grass surrounding my parents grave crying, asking questions that I knew I wouldn't get answers to. "mum, dad, where are you?", I asked amidst sobs. " I wish you could come back, I wish this was all a dream, I'm sorry for all the times I was mean, selfish, ungrateful, stubborn, disappointing, I'm sorry, forgive me", I said crying profusely.

My parents had willed everything they had to me and grandma is to be my guardian now that they are gone but I knew she couldn't handle taking care of me at least not right now.

"come back Ma, come back Pa" I begged and cried for hours. Night set in quicker than I imagined, the moon was fully in display now as I dropped the last rose, the colour been red.....

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