~*Isabella's P.O.V.*~
Resting only a few feet before me upon the lush green floor of the Earth are two beautiful, black caskets. Settled lifelessly within them are the two foremost important beings I have ever met within my short seventeen years of life--my foster parents. Although I have not yet allowed a tear to escape either of my eyes, my throat has swelled much with sorrow and despair. My vision is slightly blurred and I discover it to be rather difficult to listen to the wise words of the priest. Why did they have to pass so soon?
Beside me weakly stands my dear, feeble foster sister--Auralee. Her hand desperately clutches at mine for support and, although she has not yet bawled, she continously dabs gently at her eyes with a tissue. I am actually quite awed by her calm composure--when I lost my biological parents, I was in an utter emotional mess for days. Not only was I bawling, but I was screaming and harming myself as well. However, I was only of eleven years into life at the time, and my coping skills were utterly terrible.
The darkening skies seem to become aware of my emotions and begin to grieve softly for me. Floating in a gracious descent are small rain drops of which settle gently upon the caskets. My breath catches within my throat--my foster mum loved a gentle drizzle such as this. Unable to cope with such sorrow any longer, Auralee begins to bawl quite loudly as black umbrellas open before our heads. In an effort to comfort her, I offer her hand a gentle squeeze and whisper, "I'm here for you, Auralee."
As the rain continues to fall, the priest finishes his speech. Together, in great depression and sadness, Auralee and I watch as the caskets are slowly lowered into the 6 foot pits dug within the ground. It is then, as I witness my foster parents being dug into the Earth for eternity, that my cheeks are overwhelmed with tears. Why must this happen to everyone that I love?
A sudden gentle hands taps gently at my shoulder. Curiously, I glance about and discover a young, pale male standing behind me. His blonde hair is matted to his hair--wet with the light rain and his piercing, yet soft, blue eyes scrutinize Auralee and I with much care. "Are you two okay?" He says in a thick Irish accent.
"Why do you care?" My voice is rather sharp and cold through my thick throat.
"Why does...why does who care?" Auralee struggles to speak through her abundant sobs. She follows my gaze towards the male and suddenly releases my hand. Without another word or explanation, she flings herself into his body and bounds her scrawny arms tightly about his abdomen. "Niall!"
"Hi Auralee," Niall answers, generously returning the strong embrace.
"Um, who?" I say, utterly disoriented and confused.
"You know how we're moving in with my aunt?" Auralee gently untangles herself from Niall and glances at me, drying her moist face with a tissue. "Well, Niall's my cousin. Niall Horan."
My eyes widen and I glance at Niall in disbelief. He offers a bit of a comforting, crooked grin.
"No, no, no," I say firmly, whirling about as the final casket is lowering into the pit. "This can't be happening."
"What do you mean?" Auralee inquires, appearing to be rather offended. "He's really nice and kind and not ugly as you might perceive him to be."
"That's not the point!" I turn abruptly to face her. "Every person I come to love, or I become remotely close with, dies! Don't you get that?" Hastily, I turn my back upon her and begin to shove my way rudely through the crowd. I need to be anywhere--anywhere but here.
