It Was All a Mistake (A Selection Fanfiction)

Chapter 15: Funeral

Brianna's PoV:

Right when I hear the news, I let out a glass-shattering scream. The guard looks at me, and then realizes that I'm Brianna. "I-I'm so sorry, Lady Brianna. I didn't recognize you," he stutters, embarrassed. Evan simply nods at the guard and leaves, hugging me all the way to my dorm. Aurelie sees me, and screams, "You're SAFE!!!!!!"

I simply nod, but then a shower of tears fall out. She gasps, and then rushes over to me. "What happened?" she asks. I shake my head and more tears drop onto the floor. Then Aurelie sees Evan, and she curtsies. "No need for that, Lady Aurelie," he shakes his head, and hugs me. I hug him hard, weeping into his shoulder. He holds me, slowly rocking side to side.

"She's d-dead, Evan... she's d-d-dead!!!" I wail. He rubs my back, and steps back to where we are facing one another. "Listen to me, Brianna. Even if you were there, you wouldn't be able to do anything. This isn't your fault. Don't blame yourself," he cups my chin with his hands and looks at me in the eye. I collapse into him, and he supports me. "I never got to say good-bye," I cry, "I never got to thank her!!! She's the reason why I'm here!!!!" I mourn. "I should've been there. I should've visited her more often!!!" I say into Evan's shoulder, making my voice muffled.

"Look at me, Bree. We can get through this, you just need t-" he starts to say, but I cut him off. "You just expect me to get over this?! Evan- she's my sister!!!" I say, angry now. "I didn't mean it like that, Bree," he apologizes. I shake my head, and run out of the room.

"Bree! BREE!!" Evan chases after me, slowly gaining. When he finally catches up, he's gasping for air. "Man, you're fast," he breathes. He reaches for my hand, but I pull away. "Get away from me!" I yell. "Brianna... please," he looks at me. I quiet down and try to talk, "I'm sorry, Evan. It's just finally getting to me. I'm in so much shock right now..." I confess. "It's okay, darling. I understand," he pats my shoulder. "Don't call me that," I force a small laugh, and he chuckles. "Still the same Bree."

I put on a black satin dress with a black lace overlay. The sleeves end just above my elbow, and it has an empire waistline. The dress goes down just above the knee, and I'm wearing black flats and smoky eyeshadow with simple eyeliner. On my lips is just a pink-tinted gloss with shimmer. I leave my hair down, letting it flow in its natural waves.

I walk outside, and Aurelie is wearing a black silk gown with black embellishments. A pair of black wedges are on her feet, and on her wrist is a black beaded bracelet. Everyone at Silvercrest is attending the funeral, including the royal family. The funeral will be at the Water Springs Private Park. Then, she will be moved into the Busche Cemetery. I see the prince, and he's wearing a black suit with a black tie and black shoes. The queen is wearing a black velvet gown that has a tiny train in the back. The king is wearing a black suit similar to his son's. The princess is wearing a simple black dress with tulle on the bottom. Black earrings hang from her earlobes.

As I approach the casket, I feel water slowly trickling down my cheek. I try to hide my face, as well as my tears, but I fail. People that I don't even know wish me well-being and sympathy. I smile and thank them, but the only thing on my mind is Heather, and how she did so much for me.

After many speeches and songs, it's my turn. I walk up, and stand behind the podium. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, I keep chanting to myself. I begin, "Today, we are mourning over the loss of a girl, but not just any girl. She was special. She was my friend that I could always rely on, my life teacher that could always show me new things, and, most importantly... a person that I loved dearly. There are only so many people who are in this one section of my heart. The section that's hidden, the section that you place the most important people in... the people you will never forget. Heather belongs in this section. She meant the world to me, and I won't lie... I have thought about what it would be like to lose her, to never see her again... but I never, in a million years, would've thought that it would come true. I never got to say good-bye, or tell her I love her for the last time, or hug her... but I will say this: I will regret many things that I didn't do with her in our life together, but I will also cherish all the funny, sad and memorable moments that we had," I walk over to the casket, and place her favorite flower, the peony, on the top of the glass. I whisper, "I love you," and walk back to my seat.