Every Day Is A New Day

Funeral

I search my closet for something nice to wear. I end up wearing a black dress that stops at my knees with black leggings underneath and hightops. I wouldn't usually wear a dress, but I do. I pick up my phone and walk down stairs.

"Ready to go?" Mom ask. I nod and we walk out the door. I look around the yard before I get in the car. It takes us about 5 minutes to get to the church. We still have 10 minutes till the funeral officially starts. I look around for the others, and by others, I mean Tess, Gabe, and Dustin.

I find Tess and Gabe outside next to the front door. I'm surprised I didn't see them on my way inside.

"Hey." I say as I walk up to them. I look down at their locked hands. I smile and Tess smiles more.

"When did this happen?" I say, pointing at the both of them. "The second day you were unconscious. It was a Friday and it was at Dustin's house." Tess says. I look at Gabe. He's blushing lightly. "So," Gabe puts his free hand in his pocket, "where's Dustin and Corey at?"

I shrug. "Haven't seen them." I say. I feel so uncomfortable. Not because of Gabe and Tess. I just feel so uncomfortable. "I'm going to look for Dustin." I let out a small forced laugh and head inside. I still feel like somethings a little...........off.

I let out a sigh and look for Dustin. I find Corey next to the food, but not Dustin.

"Have you seen Dustin? I can't find him anywhere." I throw my hands to my sides, "he said he would be here."

"No, why?" I walk away from him. The funeral​ starts and we take our seats in the fron row. We had the front row reserved for all of us.

Tess sits on my left side and Dustin sits on my right. I lean over to him and whisper, "where were you?"

He leans back my direction, "tell you later." He whispers. I get called up to speak. I was told I had to. I'm so nervous.

I walk up to the stand and pull a piece of paper I wrote on. "Allen was a close friend," that was stupid. I have no idea what I'm doing, "he helped me get through tough times. I remember what my close friend, Lia, said when she first saw him," I swallow and look around the room full of people, "she points at a guy setting his stuff on a desk, 'hey, Frisk, look, a hottie.' I disagreed with her. We later started talking to him and we became friends." I feel a lump build up in my throat, "now they're both gone. I thought that I would have more time to prepare for this," I pause and look through the writing on the paper, "time goes by fast. To fast if you ask me. We think we have enough time for whatever and we don't," I stop reading the paper and think back to yesterday, "yesterday, one of my friends said that time goes by in a blink of an eye. He was right." I go back to my seat after that. Tears probably fell from my face while I was up there.

"You were great." Dustin whispers when I sit back down. "No, I wasn't." I shake my head no. Tess gets called up next.

She clears her throat, "I wasn't told I would be speaking, so most of this probably won't make sense." She pauses, "time flies by fast, sometimes it may not feel like it, but it does. It feels like I met Allen yesterday, and I only met him a few years ago. I still have the guitar pick he left at my house in 7th grade." She takes something out of her pocket and sets it on the casket, "rest in peace, Allen." She walks back to her seat.

No one else gets called up. If Lia wasn't dead, she would have been called up there. She would have to speak infront of the crowd of strangers. Dustin puts his hand on mine. I move my hand. He doesn't seem safe.

I have a really bad feeling about everything. My mind drifts off. I think about everything. How everything started when Dustin got here.

Weird.

The funeral ends and I don't notice everyone leaving. "Hey, come on." Dustin pulls me out of my seat. I stand up and walk out the door. Dustin is way behind me. I get in the car and my mom follows behind. We pull out and head home.

"What's up with you and Dustin?" Mom ask. I shrug and look out the window. "I don't know." I say softly. She doesn't say anything after that. We drive the rest of the way home in silence. I haven't ridden in silence since before I was 11.

Old memories run through​ my mind. Memories of my dad picking me up from Tess's house. Memories of my dad getting attack by a chicken. Memories I haven't thought of in years.

* * *

I walk up the stairs to my room. I grab my headphones off my desk and fall backwards onto my bed.

I play music as loud as I can, trying to forget today. I see my door creak open from the corner of my eye. I roll over to where my back is facing the door.

I feel the vibration of footsteps come up to me.

Please don't be Dustin.

I pause my music and turn around to see who it is.

Dang it.

"What." I say and roll back over. "What's your problem with me?! I show up at a funeral not at you ideal time." I sit up and face him.

"Don't you think it's weird that everything started when you got here." I say. I remember our first argument.

"It's not my fault. I'm not the one who bashed Lea's skull in. I'm not the one who killed Dom." He raises his voice. I stand up and walk down stairs and out the front door. "Be back later, Mom."

I pick my bike up off the ground and ride over to the tree house Dustin found. I don't know why I'm here.

I toss my bike to the ground and climb the rope as fast as I can. I sit on the edge were I can get the best view of the sunset.

* * *

It gets dark so I head back home. I turn my phone screen on for light. I don't even ride my bike home, I hold the handles and walk home. I feel watched.

* * *

I get in the front yard of my house and throw my bike down. I walk inside. My mom is sitting on the couch. She didn't even cook dinner.

I walk up stairs to my room and close the door. There's a note on my bed. Probably from Dustin. I toss the note on the floor and fall face first on my bed.

I fall right asleep.