Dear Diary: It's A Secret

Dear Diary: Chapter 18

February 26th, 2015

Dear Diary:

Death. It defines the end of a human or organisms life, or the permanent ending of vital processes in a cell or tissue.

Who knew there would come a time when I would be invited to someone's funeral. Damon's funeral to be exact.

Now I understood what Tyler meant when he would complain about how rich-y his parents would act at times. Even at a time like this they were busy sending invitations to people who were invited to come to Damon's funeral.

Damon Denver breathed his last breath, exactly five nights from today.

Surprisingly, I was invited, that was absolutely the last thing I had expected. That and the strange fact that nowadays cards were being sent even for a damn funeral.

How damn stupid.

Tyler had been absent for the last two days. I wasn't too sure about going to a funeral, but I knew that I was going to Tyler's house. I had to see him, help him, do anything so my heart would be okay.

Yeah, I was doing all this for my own selfish reasons.

My eyes were dry, my cheeks waiting for the drop of tears, which never came, and my back sore from the position I sat in since the morning. But, that didn't matter, all that I cared about was my dead friend. The person who brightened my gloomy days, and helped me up when I fell, was gone.

My eyes glanced around the place staring at all the body's shuffling around in Tyler's house, their hushed voices of sympathy ringing around the clumped room, only making everything worse. It didn't seem as though they understood. Looking at their classy clothing it seemed as though they were at a party, with the theme black. They didn't understand, and unless one hasn't felt it they would never understand.

I abruptly stood up from my fetal position, merely wincing as my legs ached with pain. Eyes close by turned towards me, sending me smiles made to comfort, but instead building anger inside of me.

Why were they smiling at a time like this? How could someone do that?

I couldn't take this anymore. Waiting for Tyler was like waiting for me to grow wings. Something that was impossible.

I glanced around the living room, searching for anyone who could give me any information on Tyler's whereabouts. If I wanted to talk to Tyler I would have to go find him myself.

"Hey, hey," I whispered to this little kid I found, holding a bottle of milk in his hands. I recognized him as one of Tyler's little cousin, probably Jacob. He seemed too old to be drinking milk in a bottle, but this wasn't the time to judge.

A gasp escaped his lips, as he looked up at me with his dark blue eyes, quickly hiding his bottle of milk behind his back.

"Do you need anything?" He asked in an innocent voice.

His big blue eyes stared at me with too much innocence, making me think of the old times when everything was awesome.

"Y-yeah," I responded. "Could you tell me where Tyler is?"