"We performed an autopsy...And well...we couldn't find anything..." said the doctor.
Rosalynn stared at him in shock.
"Really...nothing? N-nothing at all?"
"...I'm sorry. We searched for anything we could find. We just can't seem to find out how he died. The only possible conclusion I can make is that he just suddenly passed out somehow. But even then...It wouldn't make sense for him to just suddenly pass out like that. But that's the only conclusion we can make, unfortunately." He explained.
Rosalynn sighed as she looked at her father's body.
"What do you plan to do now? Do you plan to take him to a funeral chapel?" The doctor asked.
Rosalynn looked at him in confusion.
"A funeral chapel? What's that? Sorry- I haven't really been to a funeral before, so I'm not sure how it all works." Said Rosalynn.
"That's quite all right. Well, essentially a funeral chapel is kind of like a funeral home. It's where the body is temporarily placed until a burial takes place. You'd have to organise it all with your local funeralcare though." The doctor explained.
"Oh...Well, thank you for that information. So all I have to do is get into contact with a funeral company?"
"Yep. For now, we'll keep him in here until the company comes to take him."
"Ah, alright. Thank you for all your help. I really appreciate it." Rosalynn thanked as she gave him a small smile.
"It's only our duty to help."
Rosalynn left the hospital and was now walking home. She entered the house and walked inside and sat on the table.
"The house is really quiet now...Extremely quiet..." Rosalynn murmured as she sniffed and tried to wipe her tears away.
She then got out her phone.
"Hmm...Funeral companies...Hold on, I remember a funeral company nearby. Dad used to go there to visit his friend sometimes!" The white haired girl thought.
She then searched on her phone.
"What was that company called again? Schneiders...Yeah it was Schneiders...Hmm, what's their opening times?"
She looked closer at their website and searched.
"Hmm...weekdays are open from 4-11pm. And then weekends are 10am-10pm. Those are some...strange opening times to say the least..."
Rosalynn continued to stare at her phone as silence began to fill the air.
She felt a feeling of anticipation.
Like her father would return from work, with a box of tiramisu in his hands and a big smile on his face.
But he is gone now.
It was now Rosalynn.
All on her own.
No one was here to talk to her.
No one was here to listen to her.
She was starting to accept her loneliness as the new normal in her life.
"I didn't tell my friends what happened, did I?"
Tears began rolling down her face.
"Dad..."
She thought about how her father would always take care of her when she was sick.
"Don't worry Rosie...Even if no one else is here for you, you should know that I'll always be there for you."
More tears emerged from her eyes.
"I really miss you dad..."
"What is the meaning of this!? These opening times are ridiculous! How can you expect customers to be here if your opening times are always in the evening!?" The woman complained.
The boy sighed as he looked at her.
"Listen lady. I'm a student myself, and I've got to attend all my classes. And if you really have a problem with timing during the weekdays, then just come during the weekends. It's not that difficult unless you live far away or something." He explained.
"Well I'm only available during the day! I have 3 kids I have to take care of, and they're such a hassle already!"
He moved away and began to look at his computer.
"Well it's not like I'm forcing you to come to this company. There's also other places ready to help you. It's not a legal obligation to come here. Besides, I already have a lot of customers I need to deal with." He said.
"Ugh! This is why nobody hires teenagers to work! You teens are too simple minded to do anything! I'll be reporting to your manager about all this." She hissed.
"Managers not really in the mood to talk to you right now." He laughed as he looked at her.
The woman gave her a dirty look and instantly stormed out of the place.
"Damn. Anyways, let's see what homework I have to do today..." he muttered as he looked at the computer.
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Parasitic relationship
RomansaParasitic relationship - one in which one organism, the parasite, lives off of another organism, the host, harming it and possibly causing death. A girl who not many people liked. A girl who was always bullied by others. A girl who was always sick. ...
