Her funeral was yesterday. My family came and had cried as well as I. I don't think I slept much after that night. I have been isolating myself as much as possible. The school has been sending my assignments to me. I guess they were feeling compassionate.
I was at the coffin paying my respects and wishing I were dead when she came. Stacy came and wrapped her arm around me. She said something along the lines of being sorry that I had lost my mom but I couldn't hear her. My guilt was eating me alive inside and out. I was numb but her being there made things better somehow.
After the funeral she came over with a bucket of chocolate ice cream and two big spoons. God I love her. She came in and before she could take a few steps more I hugged her hard and cried into her shoulder. I think this was the first time she ever saw me cry. We stayed there for a few moments. Her standing still trying not to startle me and me bawling about it being my fault.
At that moment I felt something tying her to me. I don't know how to explain it but I now had a higher love for her, a higher respect. At that point I knew I would do anything for her.
After running out of tears we sat and watched movies while eating the ice cream and getting a brain freeze every once in a while. She left not long after the third movie had ended and I was feeling better. I still am after being alone for a while. Maybe I can get to sleep now. Mason out.
YOU ARE READING
Diary of a Werewolf
WerewolfRead how Mason turns into a hunted werewolf. He retells his story through his trusty diary. He has to kill to survive. This is the first books I write so any feedback would be greatly useful.
