I get into the bathroom. I turn on the shower, but it doesn't do anything to the pain. I wish it was real, then he will be the one to make the pains go away. And I miss it so much -those times I spent with him. This truth is sinking me into an ocean of pain.
He said he loved me countless times, he made me believe so. He turned my life into an amazing paradise.
How can everything, everything be a lie? Why did he have to say it so many times when he never meant it?
I sink to the floor, I fall my head on my knees and wrap my hands around my legs.
I scream! I know my life wasn't the best before I met him, but now it's so much worst.
I get out of the bathroom, I put on my pajamas. And fall on my bed. I hope my days run fast so I can get to the end of all of this. I believe time heals all wounds, I just hope I don't die before mine heals.
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I feel a warm touch on my arm, and I just wish it can blanket me from the outrageous wind, that's springing all over my body.
"Sam," I hear my name. But I'm too lazy to open my eyes.
"Sam, honey, get up." Her voice is calm.
Why do I have to get up this early?
"Sam, we are going to be late?"
Late?
"Late for what?" I open my eyes, slouchingly, and see my mom.
"The funeral."
"Really? I'll go to the reception," I say with a weak voice as I snuggle on the pillow.
"I mean we are going to be late for the reception," she says.
I shoot my eyes open.
"What?" I ask, surprised.
She raises her brows.
"It's 1 pm."
I sit up and glance at my alarm. My jaw falls.
What the hell?
"Did I wake up before?" A confused finger points at my clock, as I face my mom.
"Hurry up and get dressed. I'll be waiting downstairs," she says and walks out.
I scoff.
This is strange, and my mom doesn't see anything wrong with it.
How the hell did I sleep till 1 pm?
And my alarm didn't wake me up.
I must be sick or something.
I touch my face but my temperature seems fine, well not fine since the weather decides to be harsh.
I get out of the bed, brush, bath, and dressed up in a black attire
I brush my hair and apply lots of makeup. And I don't forget my sunglasses.
Now is the time when I get to hide my sorrows from everyone.
As I walk down the stairs, Gina immediately sits up and steps out.
Her Pilates body makes her look sweet in everything she wears, even in her black matching outfit.
We drive to Veronica's house. She's going to be furious. I can't believe I missed the service. But why didn't my mom wake me up sooner?
When we get in, the huge parlor is crowded with groups of people all in black attire, chatting and drinking...tea?
At someone's funeral.
When we arrive at the center of the house, I see a big framed Picture of Brittany standing on a shelf.
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