Goodbye

Chapter 1~The Viewing

A tear falls from my cheek. I grab my sisters hand, making our fingers intertwine with each other. She squeezes my hand, making it tense up, and then loosen up once she stops. I look at my sister's red puffy eyes. A tear falls from her eye, and she reaches up, and wipes it away. We both stand there, with nothing to say, we don't want to say sorry, because well, we've heard that a million times, so we don't say anything. Nothing, nothing at all, I never thought silence could be so loud.

"I never really got to say goodbye." I say, with tears running down my cheeks. Care takes her other hand, and reaches it out to me, bringing me into a hug.

"I didn't either." She says. I let go of her hand, and bring both of my arms around her body. She puts her hand on my head, pulling me closer. I start to cry in her shoulder. We both stand there, hugging each other, and crying. I pull away, and look at whats in front of me. In front of me is my grandma, laying in a pink coffin. She looks so lifeless, so...white. She has make-up on, a white shirt, and what seems to be a green skirt. Her long wavy blonde hair lays on her shoulders. I stare at her stomach, waiting for it to move up and down, up and down like she is breathing, trying to make myself think that she isn't dead. That all of this is a dream, she's really is alive, and that any minute, she's going to open her eyes, sit up, hug me, and tell me that she loves me. But, her stomach doesn't move, she doesn't sit up, and she doesn't open her eyes. She just lays there, silent, not moving a muscle. Just face it Tasha. She's dead. This isn't a dream. And it isn't. She really is dead. Her hands lay on her stomach, now wrinkled from the spirit that has left. I wish she wasn't dead. I wish I could just make her alive again. Her face is so pale, and her lips look dry and cracked. More tears fall. Death is hard on a twelve year old girl. Especially seeing your own loved one in a coffin. Dead.

I look behind me, and see that my Aunt Jennifer has arrived with my Uncle John. This has got to be hard for her. My Aunt Jennifer, is my Grandma's daughter. My Grandma was staying at her house with my Grandpa. I look at her, and notice that she is wearing a black dress, with her short hair down. I just want to hug her, tell her its going to be ok. But I don't have the nerve. 

People start to arrive, some people that I have never seen before. Some relatives that I don't know. But, I just smile, and say hello, trying to seem like I am happy.

I walk over to a chair, and sit down. My Aunt, my Uncle, and there children (my cousins) are standing in front of the coffin. My Uncle's arm is around my Aunt's back, and the kids are in front. They all start to cry, which releases more tears, because seeing them cry hurts me. I haven't seen my Aunt cry. It hurt me so much to see all of them hurt, and sad. Even though I feel the same way they do, I still feel hurt. I dig my face in my hands, so that no one can see me cry. I sit up. I have to hold it in. I swallow the lump that has built in the back of my throat from fighting back tears. Just hold it in Tasha. Hold it in.

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HI GUYS! I'm not very good! This book is kind of a true story. The names aren't real, except for me (Tasha) and my sister (Care). I just changed the names of everyone else. ANYWAY....I hope you like this story!?