Claire

Chapter 2

It's been a week since her death. The funeral is in a week. I've cried every day since her death. Multiple times. Teardrops running down my face. Wet streams down my cheek. Sometimes I lock myself in my room and just cry for hours on end. This book is an escape my life. My sad miserable life. Somehow I feel better about my life when I'm writing this book, even though it goes deeper into meaning. I'm her first emergency contact because I always pick up the phone, but when the hospital called me and told me that she had died, I burst into tears and screamed until I had no voice. They did everything they could, but when they picked her up off the road, she was already gone. Pale. Stiff. Light.
A light. It just went off in my head. A party. I would through a party to celebrate how great she was. Don't mourn, celebrate. The fun you had. Memories, laughter, jokes. That's what I need. The theme would be yellow. That was her favourite colour for 1 reason. It was a happy colour. I'm going to write the invitations to all my, and her friends. Also to our family and family friends. I want this to be a special party. One to remember. One to look back on and be able to think of her. It will be great.