She finds herself at Dani's funeral.
This doesn't seem realistic at all.
People in black slowly come in and find their seats.
No casket at the front of the church.
Tears run down her cheeks and she goes up and hugs Dani's parents.
'You were the best friend she ever had.' Dani's mom whispers in her ear.
'Thank you, for being such a good friend to her.' she cries.
'It's all my fault.' she says, sniffling.
'What? What do you mean?' her aunt says, letting go and looking at her concerned.
'It's all my fault Dani jumped. I let her slip away, I should have saved her.'
'It's not your fault, it's not anyone's fault.' she says, hugging her again.
'Oh, we need to get in now, they are going to start.' her aunt says, walking in with her.
They take a seat in the first few rows next to her mom and sister and Dani's dad.
'We are here to celebrate the life of Daniella Louise McKnight. She was 16 years old..'
She didn't even know who the person speaking was. He kept rambling on about how she lived a short life, but she lived it well, and crap like that.
It was awful.
No funeral is good though.
Funerals are for the living, not for the dead.
The one you lost is gone, far further than this.
They don't care about the funeral.
Funerals, she decided, are only to put people at peace with themselves, say their "final goodbyes" that the dead won't hear.
She was asked beforehand to speak at Daniella's funeral.
It was her turn.
She gets up there, shakily, her eyes bloodshot from crying.
'Hello. Daniella was my cousin. But she wasn't just my cousin. She was also my best friend.' she says, tearing up.
'Now, I could tell you many stories about Dani, she was a fun person. She- she-' she couldn't even speak.
'I'm sorry.' she says, crying, trying to hold back her tears.
She takes a deep breath.
'She was the best friend you could ever have. She was there for me whenever I needed her.'
She reads the rest of her speech and sits down.
They have a small memorial area over at the cemetery. It read:
RIP
Daniella Louise McKnight
April 15, 1996 - February 20, 2013
She places some flowers down, crying. How did this happen?
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Escaping Life
RandomShe lived a life she didn't want. She hated herself and everyone around her. She cut herself. She didn't want to feel that way. She didn't want to be alive.
