High Heels and Lip Gloss

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

I look over to Jasmine, to see what she's doing. She's crying into dads shoulder. We're at the funeral now. Sophie's casket is closed. There will be no more goodbyes. In half an hour she will be gone forever. In the ground. I'll never see her again.

Mom is gripping my hand, tears streaming down her cheeks. Funny, I don't shed one tear. I must be cried out from yesterday.

I look at her casket, flowers surrounding it. Such bright cheery colors. They should be black. Sophie is dead. That doesn't make me think of bright colors.

What's worse though, is after the reception, I can actually hear people laughing! How dare they! This is a time for mourning, not socializing.

I don't even touch my food. Instead, I throw my plate away and run outside for some fresh air. And so I can cry in peace.

The church that the funeral was at is by a lake, so I head there.

I run, tears streaming down my cheeks. No one is here so I sit on a large boulder and cry. I rub my eyes and can see the makeup in my hands.

I want to be back with Sophie. Maybe I can go to heaven too. Then I can see Sophie! This makes me jump up. I kick off my shoes and run into the water. My black dress sops up the water and the water comes up to my chest. I dive down into the water and stay down. My throat screams for air but I stay down. I must get to Sophie. I must.

I start to fade out when I feel those arms drag me up to the surface and out of the water. I gasp for air and look around angrily, looking for the one who stopped me from getting to Sophie.

Jake.

I scream at him, and try to go back into the water, but he grabs my waist and hauls me back to shore. I start fighting, and he slings me over his shoulder, carrying me back to dry ground. Thankfully my soaking dress clings to my legs so I don't show anything.

Even so I wouldn't care. I just scream and claw at his bare back, (he had taken off his shirt to come get me) and try to get back to the water, to reach Sophie.

He cradles me in his arms and I cry into his chest. I'm cold and he wraps his shirt around me. It helps but not too much. My feet are really cold and I can't feel my fingers. I'm so stupid. I go swimming in a lake!? In October!?

I'll probably get sick.

Jake picks up my shoes and carries me back to the church.

Mom bursts out the door, looking frantic.

"What happened?" she gasps.

"Miranda decided to take a swim. Don't worry, I think she'll be alright. But she needs some dry clothes and hot towels," says Jake.

"Carry her inside to one of the Sunday school rooms," says my mom. "But then you'll have to leave until we get her dried off."

"Of course," says Jake.

He carries me to one of the rooms and lies me on the floor.

"Thank you Jake, for everything," says my mom.

"No problem."

Mom strips me down, drying me with a towel from the kitchen.

"What were you thinking?" she asks.

"I was trying to drown, mom. I wanted to get back to Sophie," I say.

Mom gasps and hugs me. Her cheeks are wet and I know she's crying.

"No. That's not the way. You can't leave us too," she says.

I pull back and look at her. Then for the first time in my life, I faint.

~Hey peoples!! Sorry it's short and that I haven't wrote for a while. I have a huge writers block. Any ideas? Savannah~