Numb, Thats how I felt as me and several mourners walked to the burial of my parents. I felt nothing. I didnt feel the ice cold wind whip around me and tousle my hair, I didnt feel the cold dew on the grass seep threw the thin material of my ballet flats. I didnt feel the slow drops of rain pelt my face. No, Physically, I felt nothing. Emotionally, is whole other story. On the inside, my heart was hurting. my heart pumped rapidly as we neared the grave.The faster it rased the more it hurted. It felt like my heart was being stabbed continuously, ripped to shreads, stomped on, incenerated, crushed, torn, trampled, crumpled. Broken, I felt broken. my whole life was now broken. Without my parents, i had no one to completely confide in. My only true best friend had left me for the life of popularity. he left me for the whores, the reckless one night stands, for insanely outrageous but comepletely horrendous parties. the other night was the first time in yeara that he's ever shown any emotion towards me that wasn't hatred or disgust. But in the end, he only turned back to the arrogant asshole he is. So i was alone. As I stood in fornt of the dark, deep, and dirt filled pit my parents would be lowered in, I was surrounded by people. But I felt alone. The world felt as if it came to a stop as my parents were lowered into the bottomless pit. Time was paying it's respect as it paused. I felt like i walked in slow motion as I trugged over to their grave, two white roses in hand. I looked down into the hole, they were placed side by side, just like they wanted it to be. i dropped each flower down the grave, each one landed on one casket. I felt a single tear rush down my face, racing down the flowers down the pit. Even with how deep it was, I could see my tear splatter across the dark maple wood of my fathers casket. My eyes slowly trailed up, looking into the eyes of mourners around me. I was met with pity. Everyone here felt such pity for me, But I didn't want it. The remorse on their faces are my only reminder of how pathetic my life was now. I backed away from the grave, as the diggers came to start filling it back up with dirt. I could feel the comforting hands of Eli's mom wrap around my shoulders. I wanted nothing more than to shrug them off and run away but I didn't, I had to be strong. A sudden string of lighting flashed across the sky and a thunderous boom followed. A sudden down pour of rain started and that gave me the okay to cry. Because this was the time tears could flow.
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