BOOM - And everything was different

Part 18

We landed. We landed in Alaska. As we stepped out of the airport, I immediately felt the temperature difference again. It was cold. Cold. Why should it be different? I took a deep breath. It was snowing. I cuddled even more in my jacket and wrapped a scarf around my neck. Steve rented a car. I turned around and looked at him. He smiled at me slightly.

The funeral would be tomorrow. As we arrived at my old house, nothing has changed. There was just a lot of dust laying around and the snow in the driveway was higher than it would be. I pulled the door keys out of my pocket and unlocked the door. I didn't say a word. I just showed Steve all the important stuff, tears coming up in my eyes.

I lay down in my old bed. I missed it. I missed the house. I missed the city. I missed this state. I missed being here. I still do. I cuddled with the blanket. It was cold in the house. But I didn't care. At some point, I fell asleep.

I woke up to a knock at the door, Steve looked in the room. "You should wake up and get dressed." I nodded. I did as he told me. I didn't have breakfast. I wore a black pair of pants, a black hoodie with long sleeves to hide my hands, black ankle boots, and a black long coat. Everything was black. Even the weather fitted perfectly. There was a snowstorm. It was snowing heavy, way more than yesterday. I don't believe in god. Well, at least not in multiple gods and not in the one and only holy god. Maybe it would've helped to cope with all this. But I don't.Anyways, if there was a god, or multiple, anywhere out there, the snow, the weather today would be a sign. Everything was white, grey and black. Steve had serious problems driving through the snow, so I taught him, silently, how to take advantage of snow chains. Without them, we probably have never arrived at the graveyard.

I looked at the grave. There were a few flowers. Not a lot. Maybe three or four. But I wasn't able to see them, they were covered in snow. Just like everything else. I didn't listen to the words, the priest was saying. I'm not even sure if he said anything at all. Just as I was expecting it, there were almost only Steve and me. A few neighbors. That's it.

Even after the ceremony was over, I stood by the grave. I didn't feel anything but grief and emptiness.

I didn't feel the cold.I didn't feel the snow.I didn't feel the wind.I didn't feel Steve's hand on my shoulder.I didn't.

"We should go. It's really cold and you're just on your recovery from the shot. I don't need you to get sick." I only heard these words muffled. I wasn't in this universe. I don't know where I was, but not on this earth. Not in the United States of America. Not in Alaska. Not in my hometown. Not on the graveyard. Not in front of my parents' grave.

I slowly fell to the ground. My legs weren't strong enough to hold my weight, so I just collapsed. Steve tried to catch me, but he didn't.

AN: Hey, I know I normally don't add an author's note at the end of a chapter, but I kinda had the urge to say sorry, because this chapter is really depressing. Without you having to worry about me, I kinda low-key write in the chapters of my stories how I feel at the moment. I'm not depressed, but also not totally fine. It's possible that this story will end up really dark.
So see this as a warning or just an information.