Hopeless • BAR (SEQUAL TO SKINNY)

prologue

Ashlee Rumfallo's POV

Not many mothers have to experience their thirteen year old daughters funeral, let alone want to experience it.

It's heartbreaking. No, heartshattering.

There she was. My daughter, once the precious little baby that everyone wanted to cradle and love, was dead.

It's not like I love her any less, but I hate myself more.

She took her own life, and I could have stopped it.

But I was too late.

Sometimes, being too late is a minor thing. Like being too late for Mom's Night Bingo isn't a biggie, everyone's typically late.

There is a huge difference between being late to Mom's Night Bingo, and being late to save your own daughter from taking her own life.

So I stood there, thinking these exact words, as I covered my daughters coffin with a white cloak, as everyone in the funeral procession cried.

My husband couldn't come.

He has been on a business trip, and the second he heard the new, he dropped everything and flew home.

He lost his job.

He was simply too grief stricken to get out of bed, he's been crying since one am.

The funeral director handed me a tissue as he walked past, patting my shoulder with sympathy, as I dabbed the mascara-colored tears that ran down my face.

She was dead.
Brynn was dead.

My heart felt like it was swollen in my chest, my body was shaking, and I felt so alone, even in a church jam packed with people.

The whole school came.

Even the kindergarteners who never even met Brynn were there.

They thought it would be supporting, which was nice of them.

But it wasn't.

It reminded me that the second this funeral was over, thy would go home to their mothers and fathers and take a nap, or read a book, or make cookies together.

Never again would this happen.

Brynn would never come home anymore. I would never hear her laugh, or her cry, or the sound of her voice over the phone when I was away.

Never again.

This was the same old, cheesy funeral.

Everyone came up to me and said the same things.

"My condolences to you and your family."

"She's happy now, in Heaven."

"She's out of her misery."

"We will be praying for her and your family."

But their pity only made my chest swell tighter with agonizing grief.

Pity doesn't bring my dead daughter back to life.

And it never will.

A/N-
Tried a new style of writing... FAIL. This was really, really bad. My apologies, guys! This book will be pretty sad, and the next chapter will be either Brynns POV or Kendall's POV. Still deceiving.

Bye,
Hanna