Psycho

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Funeral of Dread

I had blanked everything out. Not knowing about the police cars and fire engines surrounding me. I was placed in the middle of a deserted parking lot of Costa Coffee, fire and pieces of my car everywhere. Staring at the ground seemed like the most interesting thing in the world at that moment in time.

Empty. Empty is the feeling I was experiencing. I've lost James forever. I'm losing Daniel. I'll have nothing nor nobody. Except myself.

I didn't even feel the paramedics lifting me into the back of the ambulance and being set down onto a gurney.

As the van started moving, loud sirens were set off, the van speeding along the roads and swerving between the cars.

"Miss?" one of the paramedics asked me.

I had to literally force myself to speak. "Y-Yes?" My voice was broken and weak, exactly how I was feeling.

"We need your name and age, your ID was burned."

"S-Scar..let Rose, I'm twenty two"

"Thank you." he murmured. "and if you don't mind, can you state the name and age of the passenger in your car?"

"J-James, Yammouni. He was twenty."

"Thank you, again."

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The beeping from the monitor for my heart rate was all I heard when I woke up. I was in a bed, in the hospital, alone.

I felt a little bit better, more refreshed. But thinking back to what happened is what made me sob loudly into the palm of my hands.

I had wires and tubes all hooked in my arms and oxygen tubes in my nose, allowing me to breathe properly.

The door of my little room opened, a doctor dressed in a white lab coat came striding in. A clipboard in his hand with a cup of water in the other.

"Good morning, Miss Rose. Have a nice sleep?"

"Superb," I muttered sarcastically.

"Ah.. I see you're not a morning person then." the old man smirked.

"Nope, I'm not of a my-friend-just-died-in-a-car-fire morning after person." I snapped.

He raised his arms up in defence. "You're right, I do apologise."

"Go on.."

He gave me a puzzled look. "I beg your pardon?"

"Apologise then."

"S-Sorry, Miss Rose." he stammered, shaking as he pulled a pen out from his coat pocket and wrote things down.

Wow I felt like a powerful bitch today.

A couple of hours later I was finally released. Not officially, but with my choice. since I was in the same hospital as Daniel, I just stayed in my gown they gave me and got wheeled in a wheelchair by a nurse - a male nurse, who had got some serious slagging off of me for it - and took me to Daniel's room.

"I'll be back in an hour for you" the nurse smiled before leaving.

I wheeled myself closer to the bed. Daniel hadn't even moved an inch since yesterday, not even surprised.

"Well buddy, it's just you and me again. No more James." I said, tears rolling down my swollen cheeks as I gripped onto Daniel's cold hand. "Luke killed him. Big shock there, not.. he tried to kill us both by setting my car on fire, but I made it out, James didn't." I sighed sadly and looked at our joined hands.

"Maybe it's my fault he died. Because I didn't help him, I was too selfish and saved myself." I whispered, biting down hard onto my bottom lip, so hard blood started to draw out.

"I can't think like that"

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Today was the day I was purely dreading. James' funeral. Although there was no body to bury, there was still a ceremony held at the local church. The one the Yammouni family would go to on a Sunday.

Ten minutes was when the ceremony was going to begin. I was in the bathroom of the church, dressed in black trousers with a black blouse with painted black heels. Keeping the 'sassy, but classy' look at a fucking funeral.

I smoothed out my trousers when James' older sister, Rita, came in. She was already crying, poor soul.

"Hey." She greeted with a small but painful smile.

"Hey, how are you holding up?"

"Not so great. Even though I didn't see James a lot, only a couple times a year, he was obviously still a huge part of my life, he was my brother for fuck sake." I cringed at her swearing, James had always told me how good Rita was and that she wouldn't cuss.

"I know, I know. Everything will be okay soon." I told her, and me mentally.

When the ceremony begun, a wave of sadness, guilt and nervousness hit me. Looking at all of James' family and friends all distraught really did make me truly blame myself for his death, even though it's not my fault.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today-"

..

After the ceremony, everyone was getting up and ready to leave, I got up and walked over to the minister/priest.

"Sir?" it asked from behind him.

"Yes?" he smiled at me, holding the bible close to his chest.

"I was just wondering, oh! Beautiful ceremony by the way, I'm sure James loved it."

"Thank you," he nodded "I felt like he did"

"Anyway, I was wondering if you knew anything on demons, if you knew how to get rid of them from someone.. ?"

"I very much so do, Miss"