Unbroken

Chapter 29

***Skys POV

I awake holding Claire in my arms. Funeral date. I can't do this. Burying my face in her lemon smelling hair, she rolls over to face me.

"Ready?" she asks pitying me.

I puased and dig my head upnder her chin, "god no."

She wraps her frail arms around my neck and held me a couple days ago. REading those letters helped..I needed to know. But what I found out is I couldn've helped him. I couldv'e saved Christophers life. I couldv'e saved him. Damn it. My face swells up and tear rolls down my cheek.

"Sky.." claire says.

I look up at her, "Yes?"

She pauses as if to wait, "the baby..i-it's moving inside of me. It's so..strange."

I sit up and face her on teh bed. I roll up her pink satin pajama top and lightly touch her almost two-month-old-pregnant baby bump. It moves a little bit and I flinch.

"That's..weird," i said adding on, "i've never understood this stuff."

We laugh and she rubs her stomach. She has to keep the baby. It's her baby.

"Come on. We have to get ready. Don't forget face my parents at the funeral," i said happing out of bed and getting out the tux i rented. I pull off my pants forgetting Claire's in here. Ah screw it. It's not like she hasn't seen guys like..ASHLEY naked. Seriously though. I get on the tux and Claire sits up awkwardly.

"I didn't bring anything to wear for this Sky.." she said shifting her weight to the opposite side she was laying on.

"That's alright. We have time. We can go get something right now," I said pulling on some black shoes.

Damn I look dumb. This is for Christopher. Not me. This is for Christopher. I repeat to myself.

Claire retreats to the bathroom to do makeup and it seems like she's been in there FOREVER.

"Readdyyy yeeettt??" I tell claire through the door.

"NO! I didn't even finish straightening my hair!" she yells frustrated.

UGGHHH I plop on the bed and stare at the ceiling. Women.

Claire walks out and we leave to find her something to wear today.

***Cats POV

I walk inside my first caalssroom and sit in the only empty seat towards the front. Ugh. I drift my attention to twirling a pen slightly in my right hand. I'm never going to be good enough for Andy. How can he even...ugh I dont know anymore. I bet he's having the time of his life. Signing girls boobs, and partying until they pass out drunk. I drop my pen and sigh. Uh funs over.

Eventually class ends and I go outside for some fresh air. Should i call Andy? No..yes. Wait no. Ugh I don't know. Maybe he's in a concert. I can't bother him. He's gunna hate me. I just know it. I'm not anorexic. I'm not. There's no way. I'm not depressed either. Those doctors can sho-my thoughts are interrupted by my cell phone.

"Hello?" I answer clearly sounding stressed out.

They reply, "hey cat." It's Sky.

"Whats up?" I ask trying not to cry. Why am i getting all emotional? I know the answer...I miss the two most important people in my lives. Andy and Sky.

"What do girls wear to funerals?" sky asks me.

I pause with confusion, "Claire?"

"Yea.." he exclaimed.