{Lauren}
Today is my moms funeral. I've been sitting on my bed for the past hour, I don't want to go. I don't want to see my mom get put under ground, "Laur are you ready?" I turn my head and see my uncle standing at the door. He was wearing a suit, he had a white long sleeve button up shirt, black pants and black shoes. He was messing with the tie that was around his neck, I see him walk in my room and sit beside me. "I miss her too,you know." I turn to look at him and he gives me a small smile, "I know she was you're mom but, she wouldn't want you sitting here crying all the time." he says while not breaking eye contact.
He smiles at me and pats my leg "on your moms bed there's a shoe box" he says while standing up "in that box, are some things that your mom wanted you to see and keep" I look at him questionably and he heads out my room.
A box?
I'll admit that caught my attention. Why would my mom want to give me a box? I ignore those thoughts and get up to get ready to go bury my mom.
*1 hour later*
I just got out the shower and headed out to my room to put on my clothes. I walk over to my drawer and pull out some red boxer briefs, I pull them on and start to blow dry my hair. After I was finished I started straighten my hair which took about 30 minutes, I then put it in a ponytail, I grab my black tank top from the bed and start to put on my outfit. I had finished getting into my suit that I had picked out. I wore a black button up long sleeve with a black blazer above it. I had on black dress pants with some black shiny dress shoes. I put the tie around my neck and don't bother tying it.
I grab my phone and ear buds and put them in my pocket. I grab my wallet and see 100 bucks inside, I put it in my back pocket and head out my room. I start to make my way down the hall but stop when I walk past my moms room, I take a deep breath and grab the door knob. I push the door open and step inside the cold room. Everything was like I had left it that night I cried in here, but on the bed there was a blue box.
I walk over to the box and sit beside it, I look around and see all the pictures we had taken. My mom was beautiful. To me she was the most beautiful woman on earth, her smile could make anyone smile. I smile and look down at the box, on top was my name in golden glittery letters.I chuckle she always liked glitter, I lift the lid off and look inside. I frown and pick up the Polaroid pictures, there were a bunch of them.
I start to look through them and come across one with a light brown haired guy with a child dressed in blue in his arms. At the bottom it said Lauren and Brian, I stare at the picture some more, I put it down and go to the next picture. It was my mom and that Brian guy,who is this guy? and why is he in basically every picture?
I had finished going through all the pictures, most of them were taking at my uncles house, on the picture there was a bunch of people that I have never seen. I put the pictures aside and look back in the box. I pull out an envelope and see my name in cursive, it was my moms handwriting. She was always nagging at me to learn to write in cursive and the only thing I ever learn to write was my name. I chuckle at the memory and open the envelope. I pull out some more folded papers, I extend them and see that it was a handwritten letter from her. I sigh and look down at them, on the right corner it had the date of that night she passed away. I close my eyes and try to picture her reading them to me...
But I couldn't, I couldn't read them. She was gone and if I was going to read this it was just going to hurt me more "I'm sorry" I whisper to no one in particular. I put the envelope aside and pull out the rest of the stuff from the box, I look through the things and see another envelope but it wasn't my moms handwriting. I actually have never seen this handwriting before, I frown and open the envelope, I pull out the piece of notebook paper "Lauren it's time to go" I hear Ally, I jumped cause she had scared me "sorry didn't mean to scare you" she says with a smile "I'll be down in a few" I tell her, she nods her head, she disappears and I was left alone.
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