It was cold and gloomy the day after it happened. I woke up feeling like everything...
Stopped.
Time stopped.
...
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I was lying on my bed face up, my arms stretched out next to me, my legs sore. My heart and soul were in pain.
The funeral was sad and long, everyone hung their heads low, but I stood tall like my mom told me to do a loved one's funeral. I don't know why she told me that but both me and my sister have done it at every loved one's funeral.
My Aunt was the first to put flowers down on her coffin, then my Uncle, my sister, and after everyone, I did.
I tried not to cry at the funeral, but I let a few tears fall.
Even now after it, I let a few tears break through the dam that's been threatening to break down and let the flood of stinging, griefing, long, loud tears flow for hours.
I close my eyes, making the dam set free some of those grieving tears drop some more.
I wanted to scream.
Scream till my lungs burst.
Till my heart ached and stung no more.
Till my soul wasn't broken and cold.
To let the guilt and sorrow go.
To let the pain behind the grieving, sorrowful, tears fall and let my pain ease just a little.
It hurt. It stung to think that I just lost the last person that worked to care for me, the person I grew so close to, and the person who loved her children more than the world itself.
The breaking, stinging dam, broke.
The soul shattering agony, shattered.
The screaming pain screamed.
The throbbing heart throbbed.
I lay there clutching my chest with my left hand, wrinkling my shirt.
I was yelling in agony, drool and spit falling from my open, loud mouth. Tears stinging my face, I could hear the stinging tears I hate so much, falling onto my pillow, silently but loud at the same time. I could barely breathe. I was whimpering and whining. I rolled more over, the left side of my face now on the pillow, my mouth still open and yelling, my eyes still spilling with tears. My legs are now up to my chest.
I knew my Aunt and sister were listening from down stairs, hating to hear me like this, but they knew to leave me in such a state of agony. That state I was in after losing someone important to me. Losing.
A parent.
A mother...
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"Silence" Book 1
RomanceWhat do you do when the person that loved you more than the world itself, dies? Thats the question Damian is asking himself. After the death of his mom Damian isn't sure what to do with himself anymore. Crying seems like the only solution at the mo...
