The Pretty Little One

Chapter 19: Warrior

A/N: Carla’s funeral guys, OMG. I didn’t write the chapter about Sara’s wedding because it was just going to switch back to Janna’s point of view then talk about her being jealous and pissed off that Niall was dating Eden and I just thought the last chapter was like all over the place. If you want me to after Kryptonite is over I’ll post an extra’s chapter or answer any of your questions. So if you have any post them in the comments.

“And lastly, we will have Carla’s best friend, Janna Stewart speak for us.” The man said. I never really caught his name; he had told us in the beginning. Tony was it? Or was it Timmy? I’m not exactly sure; something with a T.

It took me a while to realize that I had to go up there and talk about my best friend dying. Jake had to push me to go up there. I felt numb.

Everything that could have possibly gone wrong did. My best friend died in a car crash. I got my dream job; then lost it. I had to break up with my boyfriend. I have been devastated for weeks.

After I was forced to break up with Niall I found out not even a week later; probably about three days, I found out him and Eden were dating. It was something about him being too much of a good-guy; and Eden with her tattoos and all…

“Hi,” I started off; god damn was I awkward. I looked throughout everyone who was looking at me; everyone who lost a perfect person.

Everyone looked at me; crying, wanting me to say something that would bring their daughter, friend, sister, nice, granddaughter; everything Carla was to these people, they just wanted her back. I do too.

When I as scanning my audience; I saw people I expected, and yes, that included the boys; but I had no idea Niall was going to be here; and he brought Eden. He. Brought. Eden. Just let that sink in.

I felt another tear slip past my eye without me noticing at first; but I did eventually; once it was halfway down my cheek. I brushed my hand over my cheek; hoping and praying that Niall didn’t notice, and if he did, I just hoped he didn’t know that it was partially for him.

I cleared my throat then began the speech that took me forever to write. I looked down at my paper; there were probably ten or fifteen pages there. I couldn’t read this. It was too rehearsed. I looked up from my paper once more and threw them into the trash can that was under the podium that I was standing behind. I took a deep breath. “Here I go,” I mumbled to myself.

“Carla,” I couldn’t do it; I have to though. I took another breath and began again. “Carla Christine Perrie has been my best friend since forever and; well after she died, my life kind of went downhill after that. I mean; I lost my job, I was forced to break up with my boyfriend, Sarah and her baby…”

I picked my head up; everyone’s faces looked so shocked. Did they think that I wanted a pity party?

“I don’t want you guys to feel bad for me; I’m just stating a fact that my life has been completely and utterly downhill since Carla passed. I look at all your faces and; it’s the same as mine. Lost, Carla was such an amazing person. She was a leader. She was the one who fought off the bullies when I first moved into the school that we went to as kids. And since then; me and her have been best friends.  I still can’t believe she’s gone. I don’t think that I’ll ever get used to the fact that she is.”

The next thing I saw was Niall put his arm around Eden. Is he serious? It’s my best friend’s funeral, he knows I still love him; yet, he puts his arm around a girl he knows I hate?

At the sight of that I broke down in front of everyone. “I-I’m sorry,” I sobbed, and then ran out of the room. 

I was sitting outside on a big rock that was dedicated to some old guy that has been dead longer than I’ve been alive. I don’t see why people do that; you know, dedicate rocks and benches to people that died? Okay, I get a street or a building or something, but why a rock and a bench. The only thing that it’s going to be used for is for little kids to jump all over; or people sit their sweaty asses on.