Dreaming Dead

Chapter 7

The weather suited my mood perfectly. Black, dark clouds and light raining. All cool and dead. It was like the sky was also crying in desolation and regret.

Crying, like I was.

I was sitting on the stiff seat of my car, my dad driving it and mum right beside him sitting on the passenger seat. We all were dressed in black.

My first funeral, I thought.

Surely mum had gone to many funerals, but she never took me. She always said that it might have a bad impact on me.

But today, I was going.

I was going because I had lost a dear friend, a best friend.

Emma. There was no other alternate but to believe that she was dead. Horribly murdered. By who, no one knows.

No one spoke the whole way. I silently cried, my head rested on the closed window. Mum kept her gaze outside and dad kept glancing back at me from the rearview. The air was so tense

And we quietly sat there and drove towards the church.

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Large pots of white lilies with their powerful scents welcomed us. The lawn was wide and everywhere I could see figures dressed in black. On the far corner I spotted Megan, Sarah and Rose but Liz was nowhere to be seen.

Maybe she has gone to meet somebody, she will be here. I dejectedly thought.

I walked towards my friends and gladly they recognized me. Black isn't my color and I wear it as less as possible. We hugged each other in greeting. Our eyes swollen red. We made our way together towards the seats and all sat down at the front row, facing the dark coffin in front of is. Suddenly Rose started crying.

She was light hearted; she couldn't bear seeing the coffin of her best friend. Sarah gave support to Rose, whispering in her ear. I again scanned the crowd for Liz, ignoring the heavy sobs from Rose. It was weird that I can't see Liz so I decided to ask to Megan.

I whispered to Megan who was staring blankly ahead. Although no one was too near us, and everyone was busy in their own matters, I still whispered because that seemed best at that moment.

"Where is Liz, Megan?" I asked.

The question was short but it somehow took Megan back. She stared at me with her icy blue eyes for a while, like searching me that if I can keep the truth. Then in a very low and rusty voice she began to speak.

"It's weird though. Bit Liz isn't here, Amy. Just before I was going to exit my home, she called me and told me she couldn't come. She didn't tell me the reason, but it was clear she don't want to come."

"'Don't want to come. But, why?" I asked mystified.

"Well I don't know, but Amy." Megan started but suddenly paused.

"What?" I again asked, now full of curiousness.

"I know this isn't the appropriate time, but Amy can you keep a secret?" She goggled at me and asked suspiciously.

But before I could comfort her and tell her that she could always trust me, I was rudely interrupted by a sudden roar of the sky as it magically produced lightning bolts all around itself. The roar was ear pricing.

Rain started to pour heavy and the cool breeze started to pick up. It was unbearable and we ran inside the church to have shelter, because getting wet and a cold was the last thing I want.

Megan and I sprinted towards the church, Rose and Sarah right behind us. It seems that everyone was doing that.

We all collided into the small church, people here and there. It was too much cramped and I couldn't spot my parents. Suddenly someone jerked me around and to my surprise it was my dad.

"Honey, let's go." He said.

And that's how my first funeral ended.