how we started

Chapter 9: Goodbye

My parents walked through the front door and walked towards the kitchen were I was sitting with Emma's parents and Keith. We were chatting silently about the things Emma had done in the past.

"Diante I'm so sorry about Emma we had no idea..." My mom said pationatly.

"Bella, weren't you in the room with Emma? How could you let this happen?!" My dad exclaimed.

How could he say that I'm the one that allowed her kill herself! But he was right... How could I let this happen... How could I let Emma do that... Even tho I wasn't here I still could have avoided it all.

"SHUT UP DAD! I WASNT HERE THATS WHY!! JUST LEAVE!! YOU DONT THINK IM ALREADY MISERABLY HURT! LEAVE NOW!!"

I tried to scream but in the end it turned into a soft cry.

My parents mouths dropped wide open at what had said to them. My mom looked over at my dad and they slowly walked out of the house. They drove away and left just like that. Why couldn't my all problems be like that.. Just all disappear that fast.

{{{{{{{{{{{{{ 3 days past}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

The funeral is today.. I woke up extra early that morning to make myself look decent because I wasn't getting any sleep any more. I put on Emma's favorite dress on me, a sleek mint colored dress with a sparkly belt around the waist. I knew it wasn't really funeral material but i knew she would want me to wear it. I did my hair the way she always did hers-a messy bun made from her curly hair. My family was soon on there way to the funeral home.

When we arrived they were going over the plans on how the service would run. Slowly I walked over to the open casket to see my best friend laying there. I started to shed tears but then stopped because there wasn't anything left inside of me. I had run out of tears. I pulled out a picture of Emma and I when we first met and a picture of us the day before she died. I secretly laid them under her arm where it was out of site. I walked over to the posters made in memory of her that was made up of collages of photos. Looking over I saw the one I made with a bunch of our favorite pictures. The one picture made me think of Christmas time with her. It's so hard to fathom was that I lost her right before Christmas... We always spent Christmas break together and exchanged gifts.

Keith showed up to comfort me and lots of kids from our school had too. By the time the service had started and everyone was seated lots of tears were already shed. The chairs were already filled up and people had to stand in the back. That made me think of how much of a difference she made to people... And a difference she made to me.

I walked up to the podium to say a few kind words about Emma.

"I'm not going to give you a sad story about how terrible this event is. I'm going to give you a grateful and meaningful story about how much of an impact she made. It starts when we were 5 and just started our first years of school when we met. She was always so cool and funny, I knew I wanted to be her friend..." I explained ".... Emma was the one who got me so well and could pretty much mind read any guy.... I love you Em and you will always have room in my heart."

Everyone started clapping like crazy and I looked around. I couldn't even remember what I had just said my mouth just let stuff out of it. It wouldn't stop and I couldn't control it and I didn't want to. Slowly I walked back to my seat and the service went on. Soon the burial was over and the worst day of my life was over...