1. The Funeral

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As my family is driving to the funeral home I see people laughing, and having fun. I can't help, but feel my heart rate speed up, and my blood boil. It isn't fair. My aunt is laying in a casket her heart standing still, and her lungs had stopped transferring oxygen in and out of her body a while ago. Yet these people are acting like everything in the world is okay. I take a deep breath trying to calm myself.

I had always been told the earth stops for nothing, but I feel like it should stop for this. My mom kept saying that it isn't the end of the world, but it feels like it's the end of my world. I remember when my mom told me what happened as if it were yesterday, even though it was almost a week ago.

*Flash back*

"Angel!" My mom's voice yells echoing through our house. I rush down stairs to see what she could possible need at this late hour. When I see her face its stricken with grief, and I'm immediately filled with concern. My step-dad has a sad look on his face. "You might want to sit down hunny." His manly, yet gently voice says.

I look at them with concerned, and confused eyes. I take a seat on the couch as a tear slips from my mothers eye, my step dad wraps his arm around her much smaller frame rubbing her arm as a way to console her.

My mother finally takes a deep breath, and looks at me with teary eyes. "There was a car crash." She says softly and pauses for a moment as if she doesn't believe what she's about to say. "Your Aunt Cassidy died, sweetie." She says. When I hear the words, and they finally register in my tired brain I feel my breath pause in my lungs. My heart speeds up to the highest speed it can possibly go without killing me.

I can tell my mom is concerned, she walks over, and goes to put my arm around me. I stand up with my hand on my chest my eyes looking at her widely as I shake my head. I run from the house through the back door my breathing  slows, but is still panicked. I run into the woods by our house. When I finally get the breath back into my lungs it comes out as a deafening scream, that sounds like a siren piercing through the cold night air.

My small body crumples to the ground, and I hold my head in my hands. I don't cry though, the fact though it has entered my mind, it is still not completely comprehended. I stay on my knees screaming into the dark night my body shaking like the trees as the wind blows through them.

I stand up slowly after about an hour my teeth chattering loudly as I walk back towards the house. I slowly enter, my mother and step- dad are sitting at the kitchen table. My mom has a coffee cup clenched tightly in her hand to the point I can see how white her knuckles are.

I take a deep breath, as they hear it their attention adverts to me from whatever there were previously focused on. My mom just sighs in relief, my step-dad stands up and hugs me tightly.

"You should get into bed munchkin." He says and kisses my forehead, his broad tall frame towering over my still shaking frail one. I nod my blue eyes filled with tiredness as I trek up the stairs to my bedroom.

*Flashback over*

I'm snapped out of my thoughts as my mom rolls up the window that my red hair is blowing out, and it gets caught. I shriek in pain causing my mother to look back, and lower it again. I get out, and people quickly rush over to greet me. They are all wearing smiles saying that they are happy to see me. I just stare blankly at them, under any other circumstances I would have been ecstatic to see them. However, I can sense my aunt's dead body waiting inside to be gazed at, and mourned over.

Even as my mother scolds me like an owner would her puppy for biting someone I just stare not uttering a word or forcing a smile. I walk away as my mother apologizes for my rudeness. She just doesn't understand, she's completely clueless. My aunt was my best friend, the one adult I turned to for everything. Now, she's gone. I'll never be able to cry on her shoulder again. We'll never eat ice cream, and watch stupid cartoons till I pass out on her couch. I'll never hear her beautiful laugh fall from her lips again.

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