Her mind

To Be Heard

I wiped the tears of my face and stood up.

- Yes we fucking do, she is my best friend for Gods sake!

- I understand, come her..

She hugged me again. Normally she would be mad at me if I cussed. This time was obviously different.

- I will wait downstairs okay, try to be quick.

I had my black dress, no makeup and my hair was in a bun. She always told me I looked great in black, but I never knew I had to wear it to her funeral. My eyes were swollen. My head hurted from crying so much. I had to keep it together though, at least until I was alone again. It was like pausing a sad song, it was always there and the darkness never left.

I took her diary and put it in my bag. Her story will finally be heard. Finally..

Soon after we were at the funeral. I noticed our whole school was there. We lived in a small town so this was normal for any funeral. Some people here did not deserve to be her, not like I did anyways. But I had to tell them her story.

People were giving speeches about her. A boy mentioned in the book, Elijah.. It was his turn to talk.

- I wanna talk about what kind of person she was. We were never close, sadly I didn't get to chance to get to know her better. She was the type of girl you would look at from a far and wish that one day, one day you would have the courage to speak to her. I always wanted to give her flowers..

He went quit and tears runned down his face.

- Not at her funeral.. I- wish I had told her how beautiful she was and how much I wished to be her friend. Truth is I loved her. And I never get to tell her that now, but I hope she hears me from heaven.

Then it was my turn. Everybody knew we were really close, but not as close as I thought. Standing there I could see everyone. Her mother, who was sitting on the floor. She looked devestaded. Her father, laying on the funeral next to her. I hope they are together now.

- She wasn't ready to go! She had her whole life in front of her. She wanted to be a singer. She had a voice of an angel. I know for a fact she is happy now, I just wish I was the one who made her feel that way. Not somewhere else. Now I gotta live in a world without her, how is that possible?

I started crying and everyone else started crying too.

- How can we turn to the next page, knowing an Angel won't be there? My best friend. My other half.

I wiped my tears, again...

I have her diary here with me, and I wish to read it. I wish for her voice to finally be heard, it's heartbreaking that she had to not be here anymore for someone to finally listen.