Secrets Hidden In The Dark

Chapter 22 ( * Darkest Hour *)

Chapter 22

*Darkest Hour*

Anabell P.O.V

Today's the day. I wished it wasn't but it is. Its been a week since his death.

I get up from my bed and slowly make my way to my closet where my mom bought an outfit for me especially for this day. I didn't argue since I don't want to do anything now a days.

After I got dressed, I look in the mirror to see what the outfit looks like. The tight black Calvin Klein dress is shic and pretty. I had a little black hat booby pinned into my hair with a short black veil that only covered my left eye. I carefully put on the plain black louboutin heels. I looked pretty, but I didn't feel like myself, I sure as hell don't look like myself either. I walk over to my bed and sit on the edge staring at the floor. I sigh and decided I don't care about how I look, I just don't want it to be this day.

A knock on my room door gets my attention, but before I can answer Dylan walks in. His mood changes around me.. I can feel it.

"Ready to go Bell?" he asks. My stomach drops because I know where we will be going. I take a deep breath and nod walking torwards the door. I grab my purse and we walk to Dylans car with my mom.

I knew where the place was so with every mile we got closer, I felt that my heart was about to dig out of chest. A half an hour later we pull up at the church. Dylan my mom get out but I stay frozen in my seat.

This is really happening. After today he will stay underground...while I slowly die up here. I won't be able to deny it, I won't be able to escape it. Everything is becoming so real.

I can feel myself hyperventilating. My chest constricting, and my heart pounding. I'm not ready for this. But nothing in the world could have prepared me... For this moment. The emptiness that he has left is not healthy for me.

Dylan walks back to help me get out of the car and we walk inti the church together.

The church has a vintage-y look to it, it's big but cozy makes you feel at home. It's crowed with people I don't know. I only look around for Mrs.Anderson, I havent seen her since the hospital. My eyes scan the crowd until I I find her in a corner talking to a relative, I suppose. When her eyes meet mine, she runs over in my direction and hugs me. I embrace her back, I can feel her crying.

"Can everyone take a seat?" The pastor said through the microphone. Mrs.Anderson and I walked to the front of the room a took a seat in the front row.

Once everyone is seated, the pastor begins the memorial by praying, then saying his speech of how Jace was a great man. He shares stories from the bible on death and how to cope.

" The Lord is my shepard, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for he is with me." Pastor Rogers said. At first I was bewildered by what this ment.

" This quote shows how the Lord guides us through our encounter with death. He is gentle, He is kind, and even though our life has ended here on earth, he takes care of us from evil." Pastor Rogers went on explaining the meaning.

At the end of the service, the last part was to see a video his relatives made of pictures of Jace. The lights dimmed in the church and music started playing as Pastor Rogers makes his way off the stage.

' Made to Love ' was playing as pictures of when Jace was a new born and toddler start playing. His deep blue eyes are big and full of life and he shows the camera a toothless smile. More pictures go on with Jace and his family until the music changes.