Bullied by them

Chapter 1 : Goodbye

Authors note: I have to give credit to @Pizza_m0nster13 she helped me write this book. <3 So this is both of ours. So follow her maybe? Xx

We sped out of the driveway as the rain pelted down the windows of the car. My father Richard , sister Denise , My best friend Brooklyn and I
sat in complete silence as we were on our way to my mothers funeral. I awkwardly place my head phones in my ears blocking all the sounds of the rain and highway. Then turning on The black parade by My Chemical Romance. My attention was focused on the droplets of rain streaming down the window , remembering how much my mother used to love the rain. My mind then drifted off into thinking about what is was like before my mother died of lung cancer. Still stuck in the memories of my mother, Brooklyn started poking me and saying something I couldn't understand. I snapped out of my trance, and realized we arrived at the small church , we all used to go to. It was just a small church , painted white with a cross hung above the entrance. It wasn't very special but it meant a lot to my family and I. We pulled into the parking lot in front of the church, I turn off the music and pull out my headphones giving Brooklyn a nervous glance , with her returning a sympathetic smile. My father glanced back at me before getting out of the car and saying,
"Everything is going to be alright, I promise." I nod my head at him as we all step out of the car and I pull my hoodie over my head then crossing my arms from the cold weather. Brooklyn nudges my arm signaling me to walk forward, She stands by side as we walk closer to the church with my father and sister taking the lead. My heartbeat sped up as I got closer to the entrance. I can't imagine how my little sister Denise feels, she's only six.

My father opens the door for us, as I walk in I gave him a forced smile, for only being in there for a few seconds I was overwhelmed by sadness. Brooklyn and I walk through the aisles of medal fold-up chairs to my mothers casket. A pain filled my chest as i saw the condition my mother was in. She had very little hair , her skin was as pale as snow and her lips looked as cold as ice yet she looked like she was sleeping. Brooklyn looks at me with tears running down her face and says

"I'm sorry about your mother , she was an amazing person and will be missed dearly. " I then hug her with tears running down both of our faces. After our long hug we let other people through to see and gift my lifeless mother with flowers. Then we walked to the first set of chairs in the aisle and sat next my teary eyed Father and Denise who was expression less.

After a while the church filled with familiar faces and some strangers. Sighing, I placed my hands on my lap looking around the crowed church. The church had very few windows , red ribbons hung across the ceiling and some pictures of my mom were scattered across the walls.

I looked around the room waiting for the ceremony to start. After a few moments of staring around the church the priest stood at the podium , holding the bible in one of his hands. He took a deep breath and started saying kind and thoughtful things about my mother, who's casket was open with a picture of her on a stand next to the casket, showing her smiling and healthy. It was a picture of before she was placed in the hospital. After a while the priest ended speech. My dad walked up to the podium and gave a small, heartwarming speech about my mother, earning some tears from almost everyone. Once my father was done the priest asked if I wanted to give a speech, but all I returned was silence. After a few minutes people slowly started going up giving small but sweet speeches.

After the speeches and the prayer, we all moved over to the cemetery next to the church to put my mother to rest. Everyone teared up , including me. I never really did like funerals. Especially the thought of someone dying and being buried and then never seen again... Especially when that person means the world to you...I know it's a part of life, but it doesn't mean I have to like it. Just as they started to lower my mothers casket , I got up out of my chair running over to it and falling on my knees gripping my hair.

" Stop. " I cried out. " SHES NOT GONE. Stop it" I screamed. " She's not! She can't be." I shouted frustratedly as tears streamed down my face. "NO" Brooklyn sat down next to me and rubbed my back.

"She's gone Erin.. I know it's hard to believe.. Trust me it is. But she is gone we can't do anything about it" She whispered trying to calm me down.

" She's not dead. She can't be. " I screamed and held my head in frustration.

" Erin calm down.. Every thing will be alright. " She said softly.

" Why does everyone say that. Everything's not gonna be alright! It never will be. The worlds not butterflies and rainbows. The worlds fucked up and it will never be alright ! "

" I know that... But.. " she said before I interrupt her.

" Then why say it?!" I shout and get up , walking away from the casket with tears running down my face....