"Julianne get up!" My mother scolded.
I was better off dead. Today was the
worst day ever. I loved someone who
died. He left me in this world behind.
And today was his funeral. The world
was sad too. That's why there was a
thunderstorm. Since his death, I cut
and burned my self. I was put in rehab
ever since he died. I slowly got up since
I cut yesterday. I winced as I put my
hands on my thighs. I deserve to feel
this pain. I was drunk that night. I was
supposed to die. But he threw himself
in front of me causing the car to hit
him. Even though I was drunk, I could
see that he was injured badly. All the
horrible moments of that night came
flooding back. I cried as I got out of
bed. I looked at the picture of us
together and he was perfect. His hair,
his eyes, his smile, his laugh.
Everything. I grabbed my towel and
went to the bathroom to shower. I
stripped off my clothing and tossed
them in the hamper. I turned on the
water and looked at my reflection in
the mirror. I saw how miserable I
looked. My brown hair was a
mess. My brown eyes were dull and
lifeless. I wiped the tears and stepped
in the shower. I washed my self with a
body gel he got me as a present. The
smell of coconut and pineapples
reminded me of him. I then washed my
hair and stepped out. I wrapped the
towel around my body and took the
blow drier and blow dried my hair. I
took a deep breath as I got ready for his
funeral. I had bought a black lace dress
with a pair of black heels. He loved
when I wore lace. He said it made me
look like an angel. But now he's gone
and he won't be able to tell me that
anymore. I wiped away more tears as I
got dressed. Once I was done I looked
in the mirror. I chose to wear little
make up because he said it made me
look perfect. And he can't say that any
more. I applied eyeliner and mascara
with a bit of blush. I sighed again as I
grabbed my bag and my phone. I
walked out of my room and went down
stairs to find his parents. "Hi Julie."
"I'm so sorry." I spoke with my voice
cracking. "Shh don't cry. He loved you,
he protected you." "He didn't have to
die for me." I said as I cried into his
mothers jacket. "Eat up so we can go."
She suggested. I wiped my eyes and
nodded. She was being strong for
herself and me. We ate in silence and I
went back up stairs to fix my makeup.
After I fixed myself, I grabbed my coat
and an umbrella and I left with his
parents. The car ride was silent and I
actually liked it for the first time.
"Were here." She spoke. I wasn't ready
for this.
I wasn't ready to say goodbye.
