Chorale: Tears of Faith (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 5: Daddy's Sweet Killer!

Amelia turned out to be such a person, whom I would love to trust. I am really grateful she agreed to help me. Having worked with a psychologist, she has the experience of being around various kinds of personalities and varied nature people. Though, my case is different. It is almost eight hours, since we left Lynthist Drive. The cold blooded road we left, still has a lot of unanswered questions. But for now, I all could think was of something close to my heart.

"Amelia, are we there?" That one hour nap was really intense. Wondering how come Amelia is awake all this time?

"Almost. Hope so she has the correct information"

I trust my friends. She will be right. She has to. I cannot miss this. One final chance to say good bye. Relaxing on a comfy seat of the jeep, it is easy to assume the future, when you know nothing bad can happen there. When out of this comfort zone, its the actual test. 8 hours gone! I did start to think what might happen if I am late? She did wave me when she left for the flight. What if I am not able to do the same to her now? These momentous deductions are giving me creeps. Amelia seemed cool as always. She is always better at hiding things, I guess. By things, I mean the pain. She is a real reason behind me visiting this place. The road is bumpy. No wonder how many mournful souls have passed through this route. I could genuinely sense the sullen aura of the people who have walked this path.

"Here. We have reached. Look over there." She pointed out in the direction.

This is it. I shut my eyes for a moment. I do believe in Gods. Never lost faith in them.

It was their Funeral. My family.

"Janet, you remember what we decided, right?" Amelia knows it is no good for me to get close enough. Well, it is not at all fine to visit dead person, if others know you yourself are buried down there. Things could have been a lot easier if had showed up in front of the cops before. But with Aunt Mary lying about my death and those freakish calls and messages, I knew I made the right choice to shut myself up. 

I nodded with a smile. We did list down a few do's and  don'ts about this. Even a single mistake could blow up everything. All I wanted to be present at that moment. 

"Where is she?" I asked Amelia...

"By now she might be present at the ceremony."

I sighed. Amelia isn't going to accompany me. It is better for her to stay out of this mess. Though I would have loved her company, some things are better to be left simple. She parked the car on the out skirts of the main road. A mile or two away. 

"I still don't get why keep a funeral this far? And so much low profile?" Amelia's query did make sense. Probably the idea of my douche relatives. Aunt Mary must have played a significant role in selecting this place. Like she sketched a deceitful fact of me carrying a L- mark near my eye. I need justification to every deed for hers and every statement which she had conveyed to the police.

With every step towards funeral, the strain and angst is clearly felt in my body, again. Past 2 days, did show me that my soul wasn't at all made for these situations. It is like I am being forced to do so. Someone, is compelling me to fight for some thing.

Why is it getting dark? Didn't knew the rain God could also sense my pain? No matter when I get hit by a misfortune, rains are heavy that day. The droplets washed my face of dirt and tears, as if between the thundering clouds and muddy roads, the fear of losing is scrubbed off. Each drop alighted on my skin with just the intended ease that I began to relax my psyche. Although, my watch show 2 p.m, the clouds have almost deterred the sun shine. I know what is going to happen next? By the time, I thought of running back to Amelia so as to get some shelter, as it had started to rain heavily. Trying to cover my hair with my bare hands, I gave my best to race past the stormy winds.