♡♥ Knife Pierced Heart ♥♡

Chapter 2 ♥

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The past few days have been a haze. The viewings weren't anything I didn't already expect.

People who I haven't ever seen in my life have been in and out of the funeral home. Her doctors have came to give their condolences, and the entire church that Molly and I attended to, much to my mom's arguing, delivered the service and provided lunch for everyone.

Dad used to take us to this church when he was still here, and after he left Molly and I kept up the tradition and still went. The church became a second family. I helped with Sunday school and other events that was held, and Molly became the little grandchild that all the old ladys loved. Their devastation was overpowering once they heard the news of her death.

Today is the last viewing and burial. I grab my long brunette hair and tie it back into a high ponytail. I apply some natural looking makeup and check my outfit in the mirror.

My dress stops mid thigh, and hugs my body tightly. Mid length sleeves with a scop neck accentuate my chest. Modest, but flattering. Too bad the occasion is a funeral though. I slip on my 3" black wedges and leave my room.

I walk down the stairs and make my way to the front door. Mom is puting on her shoes. Without saying a word we make our way to the car.

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My eyes are too dry to even cry. I am emotionless. Our pastor says nice words about Molly, but none that I don't all ready know.

When my mom arrove at the hospital after her plane ride, matters become worse. She was screaming and yelling at me that I was the one to blame. I already knew that. I didn't have to hear it again and again. The doctors tried calming her down, but nothing worked. She had and has vengeance for me. Still, even after 4 days, she won't talk to me. She barely looks at me. Nobody does.

The casket was slowly descending into the ground, everyone was crying. My Uncle Paul, who is one of the toughest guys I know, was even emotional. I don't believe there was a dry eye under the tent, well except for me.

Why am I not?

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Knife pierced heart.

Emotionless. Empty. Engulfed in guilt.

Knife pierced heart.

Where did I go?

Stranded in a distant place,

No one has yet to find.

Broken at the seams, but taring at the heart.

End is nowhere near. Enough of this empathy.

It's not working.

Nothing and no one can help me.

Knife pierced heart.

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"Bye Muffin." I whisper at the casket lying in the ground. She never liked it when I called her that, but the same as I did not like her calling me Dolly. I never understood that name for me. It is not even close to my actual name. I guess that's just the brain of an eight year old, but now I miss being called that. I through the purple rose onto the casket.

"Come on....time to leave." My aunt says while guiding me back to the car that will take us where lunch is held. I glance back at the casket, and still, nothing. I feel cold-hearted. It is like my emotions are frozen over, like a knife has pierced my heart.

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"She was so young...."

"Beautiful little girl...."