A Trip to Heaven

Chapter 9

The funeral involved a lot of crying, too much to handle. I think when they threw the long black coffin 6ft deep into the lifeless ground was when I really broke down. "What if he didn't want to be buried in the ground?!" I thought, "What if he wanted to be thrown into a tropical ocean where it's hot and sunny, not here buried in a graveyard. Jack had no say in this. Gosh he had no say in if he wanted to die or not. I say in my seat crying, looking at my diamond ring reminding me of his handsome face. I closed my eyes wondering where he would have proposed and how. I wiped my tears with the sleeve of my long black dress.

As I looked around at the relatives and friends of his, I noticed most people weren't crying. How could they no be?! My sweet Jack was gone! I was now balling, I was angry and mad. I jumped up from my seat running, I didn't know where I was headed, but as long as I was far away from the deep hole and those awful people I could just collect my thoughts. I was so upset I knew I wasn't thinking straight, but I didn't care. I ran fast not looking back to see if anyone was following me throughout the grave yard. I made sharp turns not taking a break even thought I could barely breath. All on my mind right now was him and only him. My body was aching but I wouldn't stop until the point I tripped on a piece of loose gravel landing on my hands and knees. My dress was now ripped at the bottom and my right knee was bleeding, but I couldn't feel the pain from my knee.. my body was numb. I felt pain but not physical pain, the pain inside your soul that leaves you broken and alone. Jack was my everything. Now what was I going to do? Ask yourself, what would you do if your everything was gone?

*Im so glad I made time to update! This are about to get really good.. what are our thoughts and what do u think will happen next! Comment!*