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Black.
That's all I saw.Black,it used to be one of my favourite colours.
Like pink.I like pink.
But black used to be my favourite.
Now as I watch all these people wearing I realise how much I hate it.
I looked at the two brown caskets.The pastor standing next to them.
His mouth was moving but I couldn't hear anything.
I felt numb.. no I felt empty.Like I was just a body with bones and no soul.
My soul died the day I got the news.
That both of my parents had an accident and they both died.
The drunk truck driver hit them.
Both of them died.
Both my parents died.
I couldn't believe it. I can't believe it.
I wish somebody could wake me up.
Tell me it's all a nightmare.
That I was delusional.
I chuckled darkly still staring at the caskets.
My aunt and the women beside me looked at me weird.
I noticed the priest stretching his arm and praying.
I didn't hear anything. I couldn't hear anything. I didn't want to believe that they were really gone. They left me, 16 year old Mercy to look after herself. Pathetic.
I knew I couldn't blame them but I needed to blame someone, anyone so I could feel better.
As everybody stood up I sat down. I didn't have the energy to do anything.
I sat there until everybody left to go to the graveyard.
I didn't want to go.
But I had to. So I stood up.
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Graveyards are my nightmare. I hate graveyards.
I felt like they were created to destroy and steal people's lives.
Like how they stole my life.
The service was over everybody had left about an hour ago.
But I hadn't moved from my spot. I felt stuck. Trapped in my worst nightmare.
Everything had changed. I felt empty.
After everything my parents did.
We always prayed before we left the house.
But God couldn't protect them.
And that's when my eyes stang. God did not protect them.
He took them from me.
He took them.
I felt my anger surface.
All I felt was rage.
My hands formed into fists as I looked at the sky.
"Why?!!!" I screamed.
He's the reason why.
God is the reason why.
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