Just another guy G.D.

Chapter 20

"Today we gather for a great loss. For many Veronica Jenesis can be described as a forgiving humble person. With many passions Veronica managed to make time for her loved ones and always managed to put them before herself. As I like to say, although Veronica is gone in front of our eyes, she will never be gone in our hearts. Can we please turn to Proverbs in our bibles..."

Many filled the church, teachers, students, friends and most importantly family. Those who got to share a piece of life with Veronica were silently grieving.

The dresscode was decided white, for light and not darkness. Veronica laid in a brown casket, wearing a white dress. Her body was explained to be cold and her face seemed to be flatter then usual. Flowers and her artwork surrounded her, as people came to depart from her, many were able to look at what she was able to show to the world.

Grayson sat in the last row, wearing an all white suit and dark shades. He was broken and he didn't want to show the world. Tears flowed down his cheeks and he didn't know how to stop them. The love of his life was gone and he didn't know what to do. He couldn't bring himself to see her body, to see the beautiful face he onced use to kiss, her hair that he used to play with, her body that he once used to hug, her hands that he once used to hold. He told himself that she didn't deserve to die like that, he hated the misfortunate series of events that led to her death. He hated himself for letting her cry and not doing one thing about it.

Jonahs didn't even bother to show up. He was in a denial state and locked himself in his room, he thought he deserved that, to be alone. Anger raged through his veins, he punched several walls in his room by now. His fists covered in dry blood, but he didn't seem to care. The room was quiet, the only sound he heard was his cry. He begged for Veronica to come back, laying his head on a pillow, he stared at the cieling for what seemed to be hours. He didn't want to close his eyes, he was tired, but he was scared to dream. He didn't want to dream of Veronica, he knew if he woke up and she wasn't there, he would kill himself.

Ethan sat front row staring at her paintings. He wondered what her mind went through when she created each piece. Tears slipped as he saw Abigail staring at Veronica's died body whispering to it. He only thought of the good memories with her. The endless conversations they had over the most stupid things. He wished that things were different between them, he told himself that he shouldn't feel remorse, but he felt it. He wanted to be the one who comforted her, but he never had the chance, he thought if he was there, she wouldn't have gotten in that jeep and crashed.

Abigail stared at her beautiful died bestfriend. Tears covered her face, she had so much to discuss with Veronica, but she couldn't. She was in shock, her body couldn't move. "I think I'm pregnant.." Abigails cries get louder, she knows she's the loudest in the room, but she doesn't care.

Every second continued with sadness. The world was a pool of emotions, and of lost. Like every average funeral, it was full of grief.

Ma struggled to get out of bed that day, like the last and the last. She struggled to find a dress that she thought her daughter would approve of. She forced herself upstairs to beg for her son to go to the funeral with her. She needed just one person, she needed to feel love, she needed her children. "Jonahs please baby, I can't do this alone." Her mascara smudged under her puffy eyes. She waited for him to answer, but he didn't even realize she was right in front of him. She slammed his door in frustration, tears making thier way down her red cheeks. She stared at her daughter's room, she was afraid to enter, realizing she had never even entered her room before. "How could I have been so busy? I didn't even spend time with her, when she was here." Disappointed with herself, she made her way through the dark hall, to her room. Pushing the door open, the aroma of her daughter surprised her. She found her impacable artwork, she decided she wanted her funeral to be Veronica's view of the world.

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                                     Veronica Jenesis
My eyes spring open from the horrifying dream, the hospital lights blind me. I quickly sit up to see my hospital room is empty of people. I scam around me trying to find the button to call for help. I quickly find it and press on it.

"Hello, how can I help you?" A soft voice asks.

"I'm awake." My raspy voice states.

"Oh my gosh, what a miracle!" The lady gushes.

I look down at my body and notice that my body is not as injured as I thought. I have a broken leg and a few almost gone bruises on my arms, but I indeed am surviving. I notice faint voices coming from outside my hospital room, becoming louder.

"Baby!" The door busts open revealing my ma, my brother, a doctor, and a handsome older man around my ma's age. Tears streaming down my ma's face, she hugs me.

"I am so so sorry baby." She lightly strokes my hair, as she continues to embrace me.

"Ma there's nothing to be sorry about it." I reassure her. I look over to Jonahs, and he stands at the door staring at me.

I motion for him to come over and join in on the hug, he nods slowly and walks over to me. He kneels down and wraps his arms around ma and I. For the first time in my life, I truly feel like a family. I shut my eyes, just to feel the moment a little more.

I open them quickly, when the man clears his throat. I look over at him as he stands there awkwardly.

"Veronica I have someone for you to introduce." My brother breaks away from the hug and walks towards the man.

"This guy helped mom birth us." His eyes narrow at him.

"Huh?" I look at the man in confusion and pull the pieces together. This man has darker hair, Jonahs face shape resembles his, and my eyes resemble his. Not only do my eyes resemble his, but so do my lips, the arch of my brows, my nose, this man and I are basically twins, minus the age.

"Dad?"