A Deadly Mystery

The Funeral

Why this year? Why today? Why her? I thought to myself.

I picked up my phone and dialed my mom's number between classes saying that I didn't feel well and wanted to come home. She asked me what was wrong when she picked me up but all I could do was hide the pain in my jacket.

When I got home I ran up the stairs into my room and jumped into my shower. Once I got in there I leaned against the wall as tears streamed down my face, praying my sobs wouldn't be heard over the water.

Stephanie's parents called me saying saying the funeral was on Saturday and they wanted me to give a speech. But when I tried writing anything about her on paper, I gave into the wall of sadness that washed over me and sobbed until I could breathe no longer.

And the cycle repeated itself.

Before I knew it the funeral was only a few hours away and only half my speech was done. I knew my eyes were red and I tried to wash away the tear streaks, but I still felt as if they were there.

I could hardly write, how am I going to stand in front of a crowd and speak about my dead best friend?

When it was time, I climbed up the steps and looked into Stephanie's casket.

Seeing her still dead body, I broke down.

It was like my body died in front of all these people. The people were still as they watched the tears stain my cheeks and listened to my cries. Suddenly, her parents rushed over to me and hugged and cried with me. I wondered why no one else did anything, but it hurt too much to dwell on.

And that was only the beginning of the worst year ever.