The day they all die

Funeral for the Loved

A/N this is going to be the last chapter for a while. sorry I just have writers block and I'm just terrified and sad for my own personal reasons. thanks for understanding. 😔😖😊

You walk with your now dead friend down the aisle of chairs. your crying so hard. but you do it any way. your wearing your best clothes. as you carry the coffin, you can't help but continuously look at your friend, so peaceful. you set the coffin down in sync with everyone else that helped and sat down. you sat through the ceremony, crying, until they called you up. you walked up, with a poem in hand and walked up to the podium. You began to read the poem,
(This is actually a little piece of what I write in my free time. it's not a poem but it's what I could think of.)
"What is love? One might say, love is having someone kiss you everyone they see you, others will say it's "getting lucky" with someone. but to me love is finding someone that never leaves your side, never lets go of you and always sticks up for you no matter what. I found that in someone special. what is a friend? People will explain them as someone that gives you gifts, or compliments you 24/7. To me a friend is someone who never leaves your side, someone who makes you feel wanted and never strays away from you. someone that helps you through thick and thin, someone who's not afraid to show who they really are around you!" You began to yell out of anger. "if that's not a friend , then... then... then I DONT KNOW WHAT IS!" You began to cry and you clenched your fists as you looked at the coffin, with your best friends corpse laying ever so calmly. you said one more thing right before the little buffet they hold after the ceremony. "it's so sad yet sweet knowing they died peacefully. I wish you the best in heaven, I'm going to miss you." during the little buffet, you grabbed a drink, and a price of cutlery and headed some where no one could see you. you say and took only a few sips of your drink before taking the knife and pointing it At your chest. "this is it. this is the end." you drew back the knife. and started to plunge it towards your fatal death. just before you reached your chest you stopped. you dropped the knife and began to cry. you placed your face in your hands. "why? Why does everything have to be this way?!" You say there crying for what seemed like hours. you finally decided to go home and try to sleep. when you got home you hopped into bed with out bothering to change into pyjamas, you were too sad and depressed to do anything. eventually you fell asleep. you woke up still feeling terrible, so you decided that you'd call someone that you knew could help you. *ringing* "hello, mental counselling institution, how may we help you?" "He-hello, I'm hi, yeah I would like to get a counsellor, pl-please." "ok, and what are side effects that you are experiencing?" "I-I em experiencing many suicidal thoughts actually. I tried to kill myself yesterday, but I-i stopped myself from doing so." There was a long pause. "we will send someone over tomorrow." "thank you." "Have a nice day." "thanks, you too." and with that you went back toned to sleep some more while you waited.