My eye lids grew heavy with sleep as I breathed in Marco's distinctive sweet scent, I was resting my head on his shoulder and gradually the whole world faded away. My mind was just focused on the events I'd seen in the past two hours; Rhianne's pink and white coffin being carried down the aisle in the church. The countless amounts of flowers and reefs around her coffin and newly dug grave. Letters, candles, teddies, t-shirts that had been signed and hundreds of balloons. My eyes were closed yet I could feel another tear falling down my cheek, it had hurt me that my mum hadn't made an attempt to turn up at her funeral and never bothered to call, send flowers or anything just for Rhianne's sake. I kept my eyes tightly shut and another tear fell. I slowly opened my eyes and realised the pink, small, fluffy bear I was carrying had wet tear stain on it. The car stopped outside my house and Marco and I got out, I'd left early because I just remember breaking down and being carried out of the church by several people, I'd caused a scene at Rhianne's funeral and I knew my auntie would be upset but I couldn't control myself. I kept blaming myself for her death, I'd been to focused on Ricardo and my own problems, that I hadn't even bothered to visit her in hospital. I'd donated some of my blood and her body rejected it, I obviously wasn't good enough.
I unlocked the front door and kicked my shoes off, I put the keys down on the side and Marco kicked his black crepz off. I went upstairs to my room taking my black jacket off and threw it onto the chair. I threw myself onto my bed and stared blankly out of the window, I felt a weight at the edge of my bed and then his muscular arms wrapped around my waist. I blinked slowly and just continued to let more tears fall down my face. I felt empty and spacious inside; like nothing was left inside of me anymore. My throat felt dry from all the shouting and screaming I'd done earlier, I just remember seeing her coffin being lowered into the ground and me having to be held back, I fell onto the floor and cried hard. She'd definately gone for good now. There was nothing I could do to get her back and that was what killed me the most.
I turned over and saw Marco who I thought was asleep next to me, his eyes opened and I looked straight into them. That was the first time I'd noticed the colour of them they were hazel but it had a greenish outline. He looked back at me and then sat up, as did I.
'I thought you were gonna throw yourself into the grave or something I was kinda scared.' He said and I looked around the room.
'Was it really bad?' I said and he nodded.
'You just dropped to the floor after a while, you kept struggling to get free but like 4 people had to hold you. Then you started crying hard, you looked like you were going to throw yourself into the grave.' I couldn't remember it all well, just parts of it. I needed my sister back somehow, or I just at least wanted a chance to say bye but that chance had gone. Marco reached over and wiped a tear away, he sighed and pulled me in for a hug. He was just the friend I needed right now, I was glad I had him. Just as my friend, nothing more. He moved away and an evil smirk grew on his face, I raised my eyebrow and he pinned me onto the bed.
'What are you doing?!' I said alarmed and he raised one of his hands, and started tickling me. I started screaming with laughter and kept turning around, squirming and screaming.
'M-MARCO, LET ME GO!' I shouted and he just laughed at my pathetic attempts to get free, I couldn't because I was laughing so much and he eventually stopped. I nearly choked because I was laughing so much.
'Arghh, I'm gonna kill you!' I said and he ran out of the room, I chased after him but once I got to the bottom of the stairs I tripped over his HEFTY trainer. I fell straight onto my face and it had him in stitches. He was on the floor laughing when I looked up, I screwed him and dusted myself off. My nose was fucking hurting, it was sore and his loud dirty laugh was getting on my nerves. I kicked him in his side and he didn't even flinch I can't lie I hurt my toe. I limped over to the arm chair and sat down, once he finished laughing he tried hugging me but I moved away from him and he pouted.
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Keira's Life
Teen FictionKeira is a fourteen year old girl who looks like she has a normal life on the outside with a bestfriend who cares about her hair than their friendship. She doesn't care to share with her bestfriend that her sister is dying with cancer and doesn't te...