My demons (book 1)

Funeral

They stood at the front of the funeral, on the far right of the first line. Caleb's family was left to them and Lucas right behind them. Jay didn't show up. Everyone's heads were down. Maybe it was them showing respect or maybe they were too afraid to look at what was coming. The coffin was pulled from the hearse by six strong men, all wearing suits. The silence dwelled as they entered the church. It wobbled as they carried it to the front and gently placed it down.

Aisha held Alina's shaky hand the whole time. The blonde wiped her tears onto her sleeve and rested her head on brunette's shoulder. Aisha kept it together until they passed a picture of him to everyone and that's when all the memories came flooding back like a tidal wave. His face seemed so alive and happy and she couldn't help but wonder what he looked like under that closed wooden box. She stared blankly at it hoping that a miracle would happen and he would rise again and come back to the world, come back to her. But nothing happened. He was gone.

She looked over to his little sister, who was holding their mother's hand. She was only five years old and unaffected by death. A little innocent light with so much joy. But that would soon change and she hated it.

"Hey, what are you doing! Stop!" she screamed as they started lowering her big brother to the ground. The people who weren't already crying allowed tears to drip down their faces. "Stop it!" she screamed again, tears streaming down her face.

Jess bended down and cradled her in her arms. "Baby, Caleb's going to sleep," she whispered, choking on her own tears, "don't be so loud or you'll wake him."

The little girl buried her face in the crook of her sister's neck and wailed as Jess stroked her hair and her back lovingly. Watching them overpowered Alina completely. She started crying loudly, causing a chain reaction in the small group. Soon everyone who loved Caleb was sobbing uncontrollably, crying for a gentle, loving boy who was taken from them way too soon.

The preacher spoke like he was being paid by how many burials he could process before noon and the hymns were truncated after just a few lines. Aisha hated it. She hated all of it. The cries, the pain, the memories. The look full of hate she was receiving from Jess. The fact that Jay didn't even bother showing up.

When his casket was finally covered by dirt, she willed herself to walk away. She couldn't stay, she couldn't talk to his mother or hear any more of his sister's accusations.

She had to leave.