"Room 412 and 415." The lady at the front desk said. She handed us the keys and we walked to the elevator. Mitch pushed the button and it opened. We walked in it. "What room do you want?" I asked Claire and Jerome. "We'll take 412." Claire said. I handed her the room key. The elevator door finally opened and let us out. I hate elevators. I'd rather take the stairs. We walked down the long hallway, dragging our luggage with us. I slid the key in the hole and twisted the knob. As the door opened I looked to Mitch. "It's ok." He said. He knows that I'm scared for tomorrow, the funeral. And I am. When my grandma and grandpa died, I was a mess. Cutting, crying, ripping out hair. I was distoryed. Just imagine what's gonna happen now. My mother and brother had died. We set down our suitcases and plopped on the couch. I rested my head on Mitch's chest. I felt it rise and fall. Rise and fall. Rise and fall. I began to cry because I know my mother and brother can't do that anymore. Breathe. "Shh.." He rubbed circles on my back, making me calm down. But only for a couple seconds. "I can't do this Mitch. They're gone. My only family. And I'm never gonna be able to go to their cemetery because they're here. In Germany." I cried out. I buried my face into his neck. "I'm here. And so is Claire. And Team Crafted." He said. I nodded and closed my eyes. I wish I could just go to sleep and never wake up. Be able to go with the rest of my family, in heaven. Where there are no worries. No fear. Nothing to hurt me.
