Emily stood at the edge of the small crowd dressed in black.
She carefully placed her ipod's earbuds in and turned it on. Music was the only thing that could keep her from crying.
The first song passed almost too quickly as she gazed around at the many tombstones and very few oak trees. The sky was a grey haze, drizzling over their black umbrellas.
When she finally got the curage to look directly at the casket the song changed.
Everywhere by Michelle Branch began to play.
♪ Turn it inside out so I can see, The part of you thats drifting over me, And when I wake your, your never there ♪
Great, just the song i need. Emily thought sarcasticly.
♪ And when I sleep your, your everywhere, Your everywhere. ♪
Oh Michelle Branch....If only you knew how horribly sarcastic you were....
If only she knew what the girl laying in the casket went through on that day.
Emily witnessed it all. She was there.
She was going to get a book she forgot at her friend's dorm.
Her friend lives in the colledge right across the street from Emily's house. In 2 years Emily will be able to move out and live there.
She remembers seeing the 2 guys smoking outside the building. The guy who held the elevator door for her. The numbers on the wall that indicated which apparetment you were in.
37D..... 37D....... 37D.
The image of the small sign burned in her brain.
The second she opened the door played in slow motion over and over again in her skull.
She opened the door silently.
She stood in the doorway stunned as she stared at the black hooded figure that stood over her sleeping friend. And when i sleep your everywhere
♪ Just tell me how i got this far ♪
She watched, not daring to move a single muscle, as he gagged her then cut her slowly in various spots. Just tell me why your here and who you are.
♪ I sense it now the water's getting deep ♪
Her friend had attempted screaming, but she was gagged so tightly even Emily could barely make out her muffled crys. I try to wash the pain away from me.
She continued to stare at the man as he raped her friend, and finally slit her throat.
She even watched as her friend's blood gushed all over her, the man, and the bed.
She only would move when the man bent down to get a cleaning cloth for his small knife.
She backed up slowly and slid out into the hallway, closing the door silently before walking calmly down the hall. Down the elevator. Through the doors. And back to her house.
Never would she speak of this.
What would they say? She could have stopped it.
In reality, she killed her. She just stood their like an inanimated puppet. No one. No one could know. Not one soul could know about what she had done. Or what she haddent.
Not a soul could she tell.
She stopped the song.
No more. I cant handle it.
Emily hadnt been paying attention. The ceremony conductor had just announced a long moment of silence.
She turned, gripping the umbrella tightly, and without a sound walked away.
Even though it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop, not a soul heard the tear fall from Emily's face.
Not an alive soul, anyways.
