*A month later*
I sat in the first row in the church, weeping as the preacher said a blessing of my mother. One by one, a few designated people said a few words to everyone, but I really wasn't paying attention. My mind was set on how I would live without my mother by my side to guide me along the way.
"Violet Fayers? Would you like to say some words?" The preacher asked motioning me to the stairs leading up onto the small stage in the front of the church. I quickly nodded my head. Slowly, I pushed my shaking body up from the bench. Instantly, I pulled my sleeves down so no one could see the forming scars.
One step after another, I made my way to the steps. My cousin, Frank, stood up to help me make my way up the stairs.
I may only be 17, but by the way I was shaking, I could tell why he did it. I turned my head to the crowd of people, all dressed in black. I watched them as I walked over to the mic sitting in the middle of the stage. I took a deep breath to help calm myself and unfolded a small piece of notebook paper with a list of things I could say.
"I wanted to thank everyone for coming here," I started with before moving onto other things. "My mother would be the first one to give each of you a hug if something like this happened, which, I could really use right now, but she isn't here to give me and all of you one." I closed my eyes for a moment and breathed a bit trying to calm myself.
"The worst part of this is that I feel like she passed away because of me. She crashed driving home from dropping me off somewhere. And when I had Amanda drive me home, and I found her car in the ditch, crashed, it was like this big weight of guilt was put on my shoulders. And I can just hear her now saying that it wasn't my fault, that bad things happen to good people." I tear streamed down my cheek, "She was just one of those people. You know? One that you could look at and you would feel happy and everything bad would just go away. I can still remember the day when my first boyfriend in eighth grade broke up with me. I had the biggest crush on him and when he broke up with me I just felt like crap. Though now I know he was just a," I held myself back because we were in a church. I took a quick deep breath and continued, "But I came home that day in tears and when I got home, she just said all the right things. And the look on her face made me believe her. She was someone you could rely on and you didn't need to make a promise. You asked her to do something, she fit it into her schedule somehow. To be honest, I wish I was more like her. Someone brave and wise. And I just don't know what I am going to do without her."
I turned around and walked over to the casket behind me and looked down at my mom, "If you are listening mom, I love you, so much. Why did you have to leave me?" I couldn't hold myself together. I sank to my knees and started sobbing. I covered my face with my hands. Soon, my dad was by my side and picked my up. Giving me a quick hug, he carried me down the stairs and to the back of the church.
One of my families friends turned around and handed me a box of tissues he had brought along. I forced a smile at him and wiped my tears with the tissue. I just wanted this day to end...
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I went to bed as soon as I got home from the funeral. There's something about crying that just wears you down.
It was Monday, and I got excused from school for two weeks. No homework, no showing up, just get to stay home and mourn. Though I might go back next week. I don't think there will be anything to do here in two weeks, maybe not even one, and if I am not doing something, then my mind would start drifting back.
By the time I woke up, it was 2:00 P.M. Tuesday night. I pushed myself out of bed and into the shower. Unlimited hot water gets handy sometimes. I let the hot water run down my back and massage my shoulders. Slowly, I washed my hair and rinsed it out. I slid down the side of the tub and let a few tears fall while I could hide them in the water.
"Violet? Are you up?" My dad knocked on the door.
"I'm in the shower," I forced out as normal as I could.
"I'm making BLT's for dinner," He said.
"Okay, I'll be out in a bit," I said putting some conditioner in my hair and soaping up my scrunchie. Quickly, I washed and rinsed my hair and body off. I hopped out of the shower and dried off, throwing on my bathrobe on. After wrapping my hair in my towel, I walked downstairs to my dad fidgeting with his computer.
"How would like if we moved here?" He asked turning his computer around to me. I scrolled through a few pictures of a house. It was a large, two-story building with a large back yard. The land was surrounded by trees. The interior of the house was gorgeous, three full bathrooms, each one connected to a bedroom. There was a huge kitchen, big enough for me to cook as many desserts as I wanted and still have a spot to sit on the counter, the living room and a flat screen that covered most of the wall, the rest covered with a large speaker. Along with the three bedrooms, there was two offices and a spare room that I could use for a game room. All in the small town of Henriette, Louisiana.
"I love it!" I said, actually feeling excited for the first time in a long time.
"Good, we will be moving there in a few weeks, maybe a month, so start packing after dinner tonight," He stated getting up to put the bacon on the stove. The sound of it sizzling made my stomach growl. I sighed and grabbed a pudding from the fridge.
"I'm gonna go get some boxes from the attic," I said, climbing the stairs towards the attic shoot. I set the pudding down next to the wall and pulled the stairs to the attic down. Quickly, I climbed up them and started going through things.
"Vi? Make sure you only pack things you need, we will be having your aunt and uncle pack up anything up there and other things that you won't need right away and they will bring them down the first chance they get." my dad yelled to me.
"Okay!" I answered. One by one I looked through all the memories that were up here. In one box my first trophies for any sports I did and any other awards were placed. I smiled at them, my mom was the one that brought me to every game and every practice. I pushed that box into the empty corner.
One by one I went through every box, emptying some, throwing away some of the contents or moving them into another box, and throwing any empty boxes down from the attic. Any full boxes that I didn't need I stacked in one corner and the stuff I did need I put next to the ladder.
I climbed down and put about 25 boxes in my room and 30 boxes in my dad's room. We both probably won't use them all for our stuff, but packing up and kitchen stuff would need some boxes too.
"Violet, dinners done!" my dad yelled to me. I turned on the sound of his voice and ran down the stairs. Bacon is my absolute favorite food.
My plate was made. Two sandwiches and a scoop of cottage cheese. I licked my lips and sat down in the living room by my dad. We both ate our food silently while watching the news. After we finished, we both went to our rooms to start packing our things.
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