What if {ON HOLD}

Chapter 5

I looked in front of the mirror as I was dressed in my black dress for my mother's funeral, a smokey eye, black flats, matte black lipstick and my black hair even matched with my outfit, much less my mood. The only colour was a gold locket that my mother gave to me on my 14th birthday.

*knock knock* 

" ready?" My sister asked as she poked her head into my room.
I nodded my head once to let her know I heard her.

I picked up my phone and my black headphones that I left out so that I can use it today. Every thing was packed up beside my piano. Walking down the stairs I asked my Ali.

" what's gonna happen to my piano"

" don't worry about it" she said.
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I sat through out the entire funeral, dead to the world as I stared at my mother's casket. My eyes never strayed from where she was laying until my sister elbowed me telling me that it's my turn to go up and say something.

" goodafternoon everyone....." I trailed off.

I can't do this.

I turned to the pastor of the funeral ceremony and asked him if it was ok that I sing a song. He said yes.

(Play song. )

Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'll be the one if you want me to
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I... am feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all
And I... will stumble and fall
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl

Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I... will swallow my pride
You're the one that I love
And I'm saying goodbye

Say something, I'm giving up on you
And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
And anywhere I would've followed you (Oh-Ooh)

Say something, I'm giving up on you
Say something...

By the time I was finished tears were streaming down my face and as I looked around my sister and some other people in the congregation.

I silently put the mic back on the stand, then I turned around and walked back to my seat where my sister put her arms around me as a form of comfort.

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Every time the dirt fell onto my mother's casket I felt as though my heart was repeatedly being teared out.

I stood there staring, not looking any where else, as my mother's casket was buried .

 I stared until everyone was gone and a social worker came ant told me it was time to go.

I kneeled infront on the stone, laid my flowers down, kissed my hand and rubbed it on the stone with tears flowing down my face.

I miss you already mom

With that I got up and left for the airport.