Unhappily ever after

Chapter 10 - Lost in time

I got another text. Everyone looked up and glanced at my phone, afraid. "It's not from A. It's my mum." I sighed deeply. "My dad's funeral is tomorrow."

Becky smiled sadly at me. "We'll be there. All of us. We're here for you." She stretched out her hand and grasped mine, comforting me, I smiled back at her. I knew I wasn't alone. I had all of my friends here. I wasn't on my own in this town after all.

We all went our separate ways home, and I crashed out on my bed, wanting tomorrow to be over already.

I was dreading it. I had already said so many goodbyes to my dad, I couldn't bear to say goodbye again, but this time it would be the last and final goodbye, and I don't think I was ready for it.

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The next morning, I woke up early and got ready, afraid to face my mum in the kitchen. Scared to see what kind of state she would be in today.

I got dressed in a plain long-sleeved black dress and I once again, stared at myself in the mirror. I looked pretty. I also looked kind of lonely. And sad.

I turned away from the mirror and took a small box from the top shelf. I placed it on the counter in the middle and opened the box. There, lay, many family photographs. I flicked through them, looking at all of the family memories from the past. I looked away from the photos and sighed. It still hurt a lot knowing that he was really gone for good. I had to say goodbye today. And it was going to be unbearable but I knew I had to do it.

I put the box back on the shelf and took out my jewellery box. I found a small necklace with a heart locket at the end and hooked it round my neck, laying the locket visibly over my dress.

I put the jewellery box away. And grabbed my little handbag and walked out, shutting the door behind me.

I walked downstairs to find my mum in the kitchen. She was on the phone to someone, I didn't know who, she was being discrete. She quickly hung up the phone when she saw me.

"Hi sweetie. You ready?" I nodded, silently. She came over to me and held my hands. "Let's make him proud." She smiled at me, and I did my best to smile back. I knew she was just pretending to comfort me but it wasn't comforting at all. It was scary. I was waiting for her to break. I knew that it would be today of all days.

We left the house and made our way into the limousine. We were sat in there for some time and then it finally left the house and we were on our way to the Rosewood Church.

When we got there, the service was ready to start and we knew everyone was already inside.

The sky was clearing up, the clouds were disappearing and the sun was starting to shine.

We got out of the limbo and stood round the front, nearest to the church. I held my mum's hand and I felt her grip tighten. I looked at her and saw her watch the coffin be carried out of the back of the limbo. And that's when she broke.

I felt her sobbing on my shoulder and my uncle was there, so he came over and she hugged him tightly. Sobbing into his shirt. He helped her walk behind the coffin. She could barely see where she was going, she was crying so much. His arm was round her waist, keeping her steady.

As for me. I was walking on my own, behind them. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. They threatened to run down my face, and I let them. I thought I was done with crying but clearly not. I gripped my bag tightly and held my head up high, and walked behind my mum and my uncle, walking into the church.