*Flashback 6 years ago**Dylan's POV*
It was a hot summer's day and I was running back and forth through the sprinkler when I suddenly tripped and fell, I skidded on the grass and collided with a near by rock. My knee had been cut, and it was stinging a little but nothing I couldn't manage. I looked around to see that no one was around both my parents were not there. Dad is one a business trip to England, but mum said she would stay and watch me and then I remembered that the phone rang about 10 minutes ago. I wonder who rang.
I walked inside and called out "mum" "mum". But no one answered I than started to walk up the stairs, when I stopped and heard sobbing coming from upstairs. I cautiously walked upstairs and followed the sobbing noise until I came face to face with my parents bedroom door. I opened the door as silent as I could and took in the sight in front of me. On the left side of the bedroom was their ensuite with its door wide open and the light turned on, the mirror was broken and perfume bottles were smashed onto the tiled floor.
On the right side the windows curtains were closed meaning darkness was filling the room, like water to a tub, there was no escaping. In the middle my parents bed was sitting there with the sheets and doona ripped and shredded across the bed, the pillows nothing more then a few feathers on the floor.
At the front of the bed I see my mother on her knees, her long legged pants coloured from white to a deep red, her head was down and her hair fell shielding her face from me, I looked down to see her white singlet soaked with the same deep red substance. Her right arm lay on her thighs and her left hand is wrapped around her wrist stopping the red substance from coming out of the 3 deep cuts. I realised then that the red substance was blood. "Mum, are you okay? why are you bleeding?" She looked up and stood from her kneeling position "its nothing honey, go down stairs and i'll be down soon to make lunch" She ushered me out of her room and shut the door on my face.
*******present*******
I woke with a start! Sweat dripping down my face, my breathes coming out in heaving pants. Today was the day of mums funeral. Getting up I walked to my dresser where my tux was laid. Putting my tux on, I fixed my tie and collar and walked to the bathroom where I did my morning routine. After that I walked downstairs to see dad already up eating breakfast.
Morning dad" I said he looked up and returned a stiff nod. Today is gonna be hard for both of us I understand that I just hope dad doesn't flip out again. After eating breakfast I rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and fix my hair. Mum would of been proud seeing me fix my hair wow I can't believe I actually just did my hair.
When I walked downstairs dad was already in the car ready to go. I hopped in the passenger seat, looking out the window I waited until we reached our destination. Looking down at the flowers I had picked out before I had hopped in the car I let a single tear drop down my cheek. I will miss her dearly but I have to be strong for her and for dad.
"We're here" dad said I looked over at him to see him looking at me. "Remember today is about celebrating her, not mourning" dad said he then opened the door and got out, I watched as he walked towards the burial ceremony. I slowly turned and opened the car, sighing I got out of the car and followed my dad's footsteps to where he was standing.
the preach started talking "we are all gathered here not just to mourn but to celebrate the life of a very special, wife, daughter and mum." "Before we start I would like to ask if anyone wanted to lay flowers." Dad turned to me and gave me an assuring smile as he stood. I could see the wet trails of tears across his cheeks. And his blood shot eyes. As he placed his flower he turned to the medium sized photo. With a trembling finger he traced the photo as he cried.
After I placed my flower I walked back to the place where I was standing.
"Thank you, now please join with me as we sing, saying not a goodbye but a farewell" the priest said
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling
It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
But when ye come, and all the flow'rs are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an ave there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
As the song concluded, the coffin was in the ground ready to be buried with dirt.
I looked at my dad who was looking down at the ground saying a silent prayer to himself.
I turned around and started walking towards the car. Thinking to myself how easy it is to die, so why don't we love live and why don't we cherish each second because it could be ripped away from us by the devil himself.
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