Jenna (IN EDITING)

Chapter Twenty-Two

"You okay? You look pale," Alex grabbed my hand. His touch still sent a warm vibe up my body.

"My best friend is dead and I'm about to speak about her at her funeral," I told him. "I'm not okay."

"Now, for my daughter's best friend, Jenna Wells, to come up and speak a few words," Brad said into the microphone, his eyes were swelling up from his tears.

I stood up and walked the walk I personally thought felt like a mile long ride. Was everyone looking at me and how differently I'm is dressed? I needed to get out of here, or else it may take ages for me to even get out of here. Once I started to speak about Christine, I was going to cry in front of everyone and go on and on about how much life is going to change. I can't believe I am doing what I'm doing, it was something I never thought I'd do in my entire life. I had more to say about Christine than about my own mother. I finally got up onto the platform and made my way to the mic. This was going to be a epic fail.

"I think most of you are going to expect me to talk about all the usual jibber jabber that comes at funerals, I'll be honest I don't even know what is usually said at funerals, the last one I was to was my siblings'," I began. No tears yet, what a miracle. "Christine was different than everyone I knew, I didn't even prepare a speech about her because she can't be written on paper. She is only expectable through the only place where her beauty can be remembered without photos, my mind."

I stared around, everyone was so quiet as I spoke. "I was never asked what made a friend, or what I looked for in one. I didn't even think I deserved friends, but yet I got the best one of the entire world, Christine. My first day here in town, she sat with me at lunch and from then on out, she sat there everyday with me and had a chat," I glared down at my hands as if they knew all the answers for me. "She was the total opposite of me, and I thought we could never be friends. She was gorgeous naturally and I am, well, me. I didn't believe that she was even taking the time to be around me. I didn't deserve her."

Everyone in the crowd was actually listening to me, some even crying. "None of you probably know me but I hardly have a family. I lost my mother and two siblings a long time ago, I live with my Nana and my father is sadly in a comma. I'm a messed up kid, and Christine looked past all that. She said 'I'll be your sister' and she meant it!" I brought my hand up to my eyes and wiped away my few tears. "She left New York because I was in the hospital earlier that day, for me. She gave me this beautiful necklace I'm proud to wear on my neck," I picked the heart off my skin and held it between my two fingers. "She gave it to me the night she died. She said 'Best friends are hard to find, because the best one is already mine.'"

I burst out into tears on the platform, no matter how many times I tried to not cry, it made it harder. "She used her last breathes to say she loved me! And I was too preoccupied with trying to save her that I didn't say it back! I lost my best friend to a drunk driver, no I never. I lost part of my family to another. She didn't even know how much she meant to me, and I lost her!" I cried. "People waddle into your life and they waddle out. It's your choice if they make a impact on you, and Christine did make a impact. She made a impact that I was the sister God made for her that wasn't unrelated. Maybe because her parents couldn't handle us both," I finally stopped slobbering tears on the platform. "I just wish I could tell her how much I love her now. I lost that chance with so many, and now with her. Thank you for listening to y sob fest. I really hope I didn't make too much of a fool of myself."

I walked off the platform and rubbed away the tears. People were quiet, I really did make a full of myself. I did have a big bandage on my nose and was crying like a idiot in front of all Christine knew. I just didn't know how much longer I could take this. I sat down at the edge of the seat and Alex came over and grabbed my hand. This time his touch didn't send warmth, it sent a message. I was going to live on to talk about Christine, even though it should of been me thrown from that window. I should be the one the funeral was being held for. Not Christine, she didn't deserve this. I stopped crying and got lost in my own thoughts.

The end of the ceremony came before I could snap my fingers. Alex didn't let go of my hand the entire time, it was as if he knew the pain I was going through. I just couldn't take the fact I loved it when someone loves me enough to show it. I gripped on tighter and watched as everyone piled out of the church. I didn't move, I sat there like a statue.

I bowed my head in between my knees, letting go of Alex's hand just for a little while. I brought them together and waited for words to flow. "Dead God, I need you to take care of Christine. She died too young for my liking, but I know as Christine would say, you have a plan. Tell her I love her, please. Amen," I whispered to myself. I felt two hands on my back. I turned backwards quickly.

"I love you too," I could of swore I heard Christine's timid voice say.

I looked at Alex, who's hand was upon my back and the glanced around looking for the other hand's owner. But there was no one else in sight! I swear it's touch now that I think about it felt like Christine. But she was gone. I guess it was just a promise, she was alright where ever she was.

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Props to my friend, Amy, for the new cover of my story :3