I put on my little black dress, applied my make up. It was Sasha’s funeral. It walked toward her flower-laid coffin to pay my respects. I knelt down beside her. “what do you think your doing here?” I turned to see Sasha's father, his eyes bloodshot and red. “You... it was you... your responsible... YOU ARE!” He lashed out at me. Someone stopped him. I was shocked by this false accusation “-But...but...I didn't” “JUST GO and don’t ever come back!” I took off my shoes and placed them next to Sasha. They were her shoes, her favourite. I turned my back on Sasha for the very last time and walked out.
The cold mud was soft on my bare feet. The rain soaked though my clothes and ruined my hair. But my bag I kept dry, I had to, the con-tense couldn’t get wet. I walked towards mums grave. It was covered in flowers, one was even from Sasha. Knelt before her and kissed her tombstone, tears streaming down my face. I pulled a note from my bag and placed it by her name. The note told her everything that’s happened. Also why I did what I did
