Chances • Yogscast Book 2 ✔

CH 20 - Eulogies (Finale)

CH 20 - Eulogies (Finale)

-Ellie-

There were days.

Days where that you feel just so empty inside...that you feel so unemotional and lost. You don't know what to do or how to occupy yourself. But when you try to occupy you mind, it still diverts to that empty space in your mind.

My days...

It turned into weeks...

Months...

All because the only body that was empty was my sister...who was already buried many feet before me.

So here I was...in my bedroom: waking up for the day I dreaded.

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*Knock*

*Knock*

*Knock*

"No, don't shoot her!" I screamed, pushing the bedsheets of my body. During my sleep, I had spasms and nightmares – something worse than the other experiences I had. It was horrible; I was always paranoid. I couldn't sleep, diagnosing me to have insomnia.

Dad and Mum knew that I had to have immediate support before it went worse. And it was true; I needed the support so much. As a thirteen-year-old, the therapist honestly felt sympathy for me to have watched someone die in front of me. His help had improved slightly. I was stable enough to go to school and carry on with my studies.

All of the Yognaughts in school were horrified, to have someone part of the community dies. When I had entered the premises of the school, students began to crowd around me. The space began to feel dizzy; I felt someone hold me up for support of my tipsy walk. My best friends: Olivia and Will – they were life-savers for the rest of week.

"Ellie!" I opened my eyes widely, staring at two concerned faces. My eyes were with tears and sweat, wiping them off with my duvet.

Mum hugged me tightly, "Don't worry; it's just a nightmare...you're safe..."

"I don't know what to do," I cried. "All I see is her face...and...I saw her fall."

Dad then replied, "I know, Ellie. It's awful to remember it all, but never try and forget it. It's only been a week since..." Whenever I gazed at him; I didn't see a man who I first idolised for.

I saw a father...who was trying not to break down.

"Come on," Mum wiped my tears on my face with her fingers. As she kissed my forehead, she said: "It starts in two hours; and we're supposed to be there early." Once I plainly responded for an answer, the two soon left my room – probably getting breakfast done.

Breakfasts...they were quiet and simple. Ever since Yogtowers burnt down, every one of the content creators had to post out a reason why there wasn't any videos coming out. It eventually leaked out when Dad's and Uncle Simon's names were posted right on the front page of every news or media.

Mum had to get another job to pay the flat and food; she began working in short hours at the nearby library. It wasn't the same for Dad though, he had to start putting the Yogscast back together. This had meant endless hours of retrieving possessions that weren't damaged, and then more recordings began.

That week was like walking through the corridor of hell.

Anyway, I got up, had breakfast before getting changed. I wore a black dress, tights, black flats. When I grabbed my phone, I walked over to the main door to pick up my cardigan and coat. My hair seemed to drape down much like curtains, hiding my pale complexion.