Cheater, Cheater, Bestfriend Eater [EDITING]

The Funeral

I come into consciousness as a blinding pain pulses through my whole body, I don't dare move, ever breath in causes searing her to run up my spine. I am disorientated, I feel like I'm floating through a pit of molten lava. I feel like I should be still alive, but knowing me I'm probably in hell or something because real life shouldn't be this painful. But if being dead means this much pain every day, I want to be alive.

*****

**Six Days Later**

"Look at us, this is ridiculous" I say gesturing between our broken bodys as we sit feet apart on a top of a ten story building.

"What do you mean?" Adam asks with a smirk "I think this is pretty good, I get to stare" he grins. Pointing to my half exposed stomach and with me only wearing a bra pants and the bandages wrapped around my stomach I can't wear any shirts so I'm stuck with one of my dad's flannel jumpers.

"Yeah well I like looking at you too, but it looks like we've been in a war" I tell him. I look to his stomach where the bandages are wrapped, covering a good portion of his front. He was the lucky one, his bullet went straight through, in one way out the other on the right side of his body.

I on the other hand, not so lucky, I had internal bleeding a partially collapsed lung and I passed out multiple times and that was after all of the pain killers.

"We have been through a war" he say, he takes up my hand. I shuffle closer to him and lean my head on his shoulder. I bring my ice-cream to my lips and eat savour the sweetness of it. I haven't had anything that doesn't taste like cardboard for 6 days.

"What did you say to him?" he asks, his chest vibrating with his words.

"When?" I asks, leaning back to look at Adam.

"Right at the end" he tells me, he looks down as I pull away fully and grimace. I didn't want to talk about this. Not now.

"The last two words he'll ever hear from me; Never again" I say, he wraps his arm around my shoulders and leans his forehead on mine.

"I love you" he tells me, it's the first time since the night that he has said that.

"I love you too" I say. I kiss his on the cheek and look out at the awakening city.

"We should go and get ready" he says. I can feel him looking at me.

"I know" I say quietly. Adam stands up and holds his hand out for me, I take it and he pulls me up slowly, so neither of us hurt ourselves. We walk hand in hand back inside and go to our separate rooms to get ready.

I walk inside mine and mum is already sitting there dressed in a nice black dress, made perfectly for her shape. I give her a small smile she attempts to smile back, but she ends up frowning.

I go to my bag and pull out my black dress, mum helps me put it on and it comes together just above my bandages and flows down so I don't have to worry about any pressure on my stitches, I put on some black flats and take my mums hand as we walk out.

"I'll go get Adam" I say. She nods, I journey down the hallway and stop in front of Adams door, I hesitate as I contemplate knocking, I decide against it and just walk in. I look around the room, my eyes find Adam sitting on his bed shoulders slumped, shirt in one hand and tie in the other.

"What's wrong?" I ask walking closer, I stop in front of him and wait. He looks up to me, eyes watering.

"I can't go there Harley, he killed him. My dad killed him" he tells me. I get closer to him and put on hand on the side of his face, and tilt it up so he's looking at me.