My Faith In You

Prologue

"And so we lay you to rest, amen."

It's a dark and gloomy day, lightly sprinkling, which fits. A day like today is not supposed to be happy and bright.

A day like today is meant to be muddy, the grass covered in dew. Rain clouds scattered throughout the sky.
And only the sound of wind throughout the town.

My dad pulls me in as a tear falls from my face.

I wipe the tear away and look back up to all the familiar faces I once knew, but since has grown strange and much different than I remember.

They all seem sad and in pain.
However, I feel the opposite. I'm angry that God has taken her from me. It is his fault, and these people praise him. They cherish the man who has done so much bad.

If he was real, then why didn't he save her. She did everything to praise him. She deserved to be saved.

She volunteered everywhere she could. She was a doctor who believed in miracles even after having many reasons not too, she loved children and made people smile.

And he took her. He took the brightest thing in my life, and he took my reason for living..

I step away from my dad, and a few people look mostly because they want to see some kind of reaction, like my dad, who looks exhausted from crying.

Like he hasn't slept in days. Losing her has damaged him in a way they must fix.

But I don't show it. I show no emotion, as if it doesn't faze me.

I guess what they don't know is that I don't want to.

Many people have come up and asked if I'm okay. Like I'm supposed to tell them, "No, I'm falling apart inside, and I don't know how much longer I will last."

Their all fake. I know most, and I know when I was younger, they talked bad about her.

She was the perfect girl who got away from this town and they didn't.

She got her prince charming, and they didn't. They were all jealous and still are. They probably wished for this.

So I show no emotion, instead I take the keys to my dad's car and I walk over the dew covered grass and the dark cloudy skies to the mud covered road and the rained on Lexus my mom once drove.

I don't step in. Instead, I watch as every woman walks up to my dad holding him as he breaks down once I'm gone.

He's always been the type to hide his emotions from me. He wanted to be strong, but deep down, I knew he never was.

He's a teddy bear, and that's why my mom loved him so much. He truly tries his best, but it never fooled her.

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Driving down dirt roads surrounded by trees, both spruce and oak, the skies no longer full of rain poor. Windows down filling the car with the wet smell of trees and grass.

It's such a rich smell i've loved since I was a kid, like the smell of roses, or books..or the smell of gasoline.

My dad said goodbye to everyone and came and sat quietly while I drove us home, I volunteered mostly because I don't see him fit to drive while I have just got my license and have wanted to drive for awhile.

He did not say a word to me until we got halfway to our new home that we bought a few months ago. Mom had planned on dying here and wanted to move home before she did.

She helped pick out the house with my dad, which is why living in it may be harder for him than he will admit.

She never made it here she died there, and he was unable to fulfill her last dying wish. I can tell he beats himself up for it.

"Why..um did you not say goodbye to anyone, or thank you for coming?"

He comes out in more of a whisper, his voice raspy, and deep coming out slowly.

I did not want to talk to them because I had nothing to say. But I will not say that.

"I don't know. It felt weird talking to people I barely know."

"Many of those people took good care of you when you were a baby,"

Yeah, and I like none of them!

"Well, I guess I could always say thank you tomorrow at church."

He looks to me, his green eyes filled with hope, his light brown hair getting blown as the wind picks up.

Wrinkles appear on his forehead and cheeks where his smile once laid.

His tie is coming undone from pulling on it. He closes his eyes, slowly turning back towards the trees.

I haven't gone to church since my mom died. I was angry, and I still am. He's asked me to go many times but has recently given up as he probably found it useless to ask again.

So me saying that has probably given his a lot of joy and hope.

And normally he would make a joke about my outfit or make a face but he seems too tired to care.

Im wearing a suit my mom bought me usually I would wear a dress but I don't think it was best for the occasion.

My bright red hair makes a statement already, I didn't need a dress on top of that.

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Hi! Welcome to my new story. The prologue is short. I'm just trying to introduce the main character.

I'm going for the vibe of her being careless and broken as was I when my grandma passed I am trying to make the character similar to me such as her favorite smells however I look nothing like her so you can see I want to put a twist on things. Someday, I may write my story, but for now, here you go. I truly hope you love it.

I do hope you could relate to this and find peace in some way, but if it is too much for some, I would suggest stopping.

I will be putting warnings before any chapters that have mature scenes, so don't worry.