Among The Flowers

The Prologue - The Funeral

"I'd like to start by saying that"
This is bullshit.
"Valory was a great person."
You didn't even talk to her before she died.
"We will all miss her."
You won't.
"She will always hold a special place"
Of hatred.
"In my heart."

I almost slapped Stacy for how fake she was. I shook my head and sighed, exasperated.

"I loved her so much." Stacy says in the most innocent voice she can muster, which isn't very innocent.

"No you didn't." I say back, practically yelling at her. I glare at her and she seems to back away. I mouth two words. Fuck you.

I stood up and people stared, wondering how any considerate human being could be so rude. Well I'm not a considerate human being. I turned and walked down the aisle and went outside. I opened the heavy metal doors, causing a creaking sound to resound through the church. I didn't look back. I stepped out into the cold air, letting the rain wash over me. I just sat down in the rain, letting it soak through my clothes. After a few minutes I backed up.

I stood under the canvas, watching the rain pour down. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a cigarette box, I opened it and took one out. The flames enveloped the tip of the cigarette. I breathed in and out, so simple but at the same time, unbelievably hard. The smoke disappeared into the cold air.

The cold air chilled me, but not as much as Valory's...disappearance. I can't even admit that she's...

She was my best friend. She did everything with me and I...I miss her so much. Oh god...why did she have to die. It should have been me god damn it. It should have been fucking me. All the times I yelled at her or took her for granted, all the stupid fights we got into...I would do anything to have her call me a bitch again. Anything.

The tears come quickly. I sob, my shoulders shaking. "WHY?! OH GOD WHY?!" I scream and yell at the world. "Why her...?" I ask the wind. I fall to the ground, sobbing and I wrap my arms around my knees. The tears flow down my cheeks, and the cold wind swirls around me. I shiver and shake and scream.

I made quite an entrance being the wet, crying, smoke-smelling mess that I was. Heads spun to look at me and people's eyes showed disgust. Well fuck them. They don't get it. She was, no, she is my family. I loved her. And now she's...gone.

I sit down. I prop my feet up on the chair. Everyone's quiet, the church more silent than a pillow hitting a cloud. Weird analogy, I know, but I don't feel like spouting out philosophical quotes at the moment.
"You're gonna have to stay outside miss, if you won't be respectful." the priest says to me. I'm waiting until the day he dies and I spit on his coffin.

I give him a withering look and he seems to cower. I open my mouth.

"Go to hell motherfucker." I say to everyone, especially the priest.

I watch the rain fall outside. The asshole kicked me out.