the story of how my life became awesome

the story of how my life became awesome (25/?)

A/N: so... hihi here's chapter 25 :3 yay. okay well here i go again, i really had no idea to write a funeral since i've never been at one. i know it's always really sad but well i tried my best. also this time i want to thank Zuzia because she helped me c: Love you <3 so since we're sort of coming near the end (it's not the end yet we're just coming near it) i want to thank you guys for still reading my silly stuff so a big thank you to you all <3 -xxxx- 

Chapter twenty-five.

It was a beautiful day. The sunlight shone trough the curtains and Darren shifted in his sleep. Even though there was an air mattress in Darren’s room  I preferred to sleep with Darren, in his bed. Curled up against him taking comfort of his warm body which is pressed against mine. I snuggle closer to him and bury my nose in his curls. I smiled but when I realised what day it was today it faded away immediately. It had been five days since the car crash. I had spent one and a half day in the hospital and I had spend the rest of the days with Darren and his family. But today was the day, the day of the funeral. My stomach twisted at the thought and I suddenly felt sick. Darren slowly opened his eyes and smiled when he saw me. 'Good morning gorgeous' he mumbled in a sleepy voice. And then gave me a sweet kiss. I smiled too 'good morning to yourself' 'how're you feeling?' He asked eyes soft. 'Okay I guess, nervous' 'oh come here' he said and pulled me even closer. 'It will be okay I promise' he whispered in my ear. 'But the speech and I just i don't know what to do nor say...' 'But we practised right?' 'I know but I’m just scared that I’ll forget everything or...' 'It will be okay baby I promise. He says as he strokes my hair.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing all black and I looked awful pale in it. The door of the bathroom opened and Darren walked in. He was just like me wearing all black but it didn’t make him look ‘’bad’’ not that, that is that much of a surprise. I actually wonder if there’s anything in which Darren looks bad. Probably not. He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist his head leaning on my shoulder. ‘it will be okay, I promise’ he whispered. He slowly traced his hand up and down my arm for a moment and then grabbed my hand. ‘come one’ he said in a soft voice. ‘it’s time to go’

The hall in which we were sitting wasn’t all too big and there weren’t that much people just close family and a few friends of my parents. I was sitting in the front row with my sister next to me and Darren on the other side. Actually only family was supposed to sit in the front row but after I started to cry my grandma had looked helpless at my grandpa and had agreed. After everyone was settled it was time for the speeches. My grandma was the first to go but halfway through she started crying and my grandpa had to finish the speech for her. Since both of my dad’s parents already died it was my sister’s turn. It was odd  though, when I think about it. I didn’t even know them, the parents of my father I mean. They already died before I was born. I was deep in thought until I felt a light touch on my shoulder. I looked to my right and looked straight into Darren’s eyes. He gave me a reassuring smile and I stoop up. I’ve thought long about what I wanted to do. I knew that I couldn’t write some speech because there were too much things I wanted to say and I know that it just wouldn’t come out the way I wanted it to. Darren and I talked about it for a long time until he did a suggestion. ‘How about singing a song’ he had said. I immediately had said no. I can’t sing so I didn’t want to do that to the people. I had thought that it was an awful idea but the more I started thinking about it the more I started to like it. Darren and I had searched for a good song and when we found one we had practised together. So now was the time. I stood behind the microphone and swallowed. I looked at all the people. Some were crying and some were doing there best not to. Everyone was looking at me and I knew I had to do or say something but I just couldn’t. I stared at the ground and imagines of them flashed through my head. Just normal things, things I could never have again. Having dinner with them, going on holiday, having a family visit. Just things like that. They would never see my sister going  to college or seeing her marry or seeing what sort of job I was going to have,. Just the things that are so normal. They will never see that happen. The music had started playing but when there was no sound coming out of my mouth it had stopped again. Everyone had looked at me in shock  but no one did something. No one said a thing. I heard a little noise and looked up from the ground. Darren had stood up and he was now walking to me. Everyone including me looked confused. Darren stood next to me and grabbed my hand. He lightly squeezed it and then he started to sing, he didn’t wait for the music, he just started.