marsha

Chapter 2

may 19, 2003

The much dreaded morning came around and I could barely even open my eyes. They were swollen from crying so hard.
"Are you ready, Kris?" my mom, who was standing in my doorway, asked as she sniffled.
"I guess." I replied as I sat up.

I ran a brush through my hair and threw my shoes on. I didn't bother to change clothes as I didn't have to get out of the car.
I got in the passenger's seat and Bailey was in the back seat with my mom driving. Marsha's body was in the way back.
We drove to the crematorium, which was about 20 minutes away, and I just stared out the window the whole time. Nobody talked. Not even Bailey, who was known for being loud.
It seemed the light in my mom's eyes had went out, as Marsha had been her pride and joy for the last 16 years. Every time I glanced over to her she was concentrating on the road as trying not to cry.
We made it and my mom got out and opened the hatchback.
The worker took Marsha away and I took one last look. I immediately burst into tears. Just the thought of her being cold and alone in the crematorium made me upset.