A Lost Soul...

Chapter Thirteen: A Day like No Other.

Exactly 2 days and 13 long hours of planning passed and it was finally the day I had been dreading.

Nikita's Funeral was today.

White fairy lights are draped across a wall that has a window that looks out onto the enchanting garden filled with roses and daisies. A vintage themed wedding is what Nik wanted so we gave her a vintagey inspired funeral. She had teapots filled with flowers and candles hang from the ceiling at different lengths. That makes her funeral sound pretty.

Well it was not. 

It was the worst day of my life. This was the day that I was mourning for my best friend. Many came and greeted me and told me about how sad they were that a beautiful young girl had died last week. 

A book was passed around and people wrote with thick markers and drew little pictures for Nikita. Peyton and my Mum were the ones in charge of speaking at the funeral and short messages from the book were read. The book was then placed on top of Nikita's cold and lifeless body.

Her white ruffle dress and pale face shone under the candle light. Her locks of brown hair would have bounced around her powdered face but they didn't. A daisy headband is placed on top of her soft head.

Members of the School board, Family and people from the public stood up and spoke about Nikita's greatness. I was touched and it made me realise that I had gained the best friendship in the whole of the world, now I was just disappointed that I hadn't walked up to her years ago so that our friendship could have lasted that bit longer.

It was now my turn to go up and make a speech about Nik. I had it all planned, what I was going to say and I made a promise to myself that I would not cry.

I put my blue cuecards behind the pedestal so I could remember word for word and then that way I couldn't I forget a single thing about Nikita. I begin shakily ...

"Goodmorning Everyone, I'm so glad that you have all come to join me and mourn the loss of Nikita Garcia. As most of you probably knew Nikita was a bright and bubbly girl that had an eye for design -"

I stopped. My gaze is set on the door and a lanky and fraile old man walks through the door with tears streaming down his face, a young lady with a plait that trailed down to her jean pockets was hanging onto his arm. Nikita's Dad and Miss Davies. How dare they come after Nikita said she didn't want him there? I tried my best to continue my speech but the tears just seemed to keep coming out of my eyes.

"She had a big warm heart and she was my best friend. She was the one that would bring an umbrella when it rained but she would also be the one to hold my hand and jump through the puddles with me. Sensible yet always in for a good laugh. Nikita was the person I would go to when I was upset and we would go and try the latest Starbucks or ice cream together. Nikita shined brighter in my life then any other person in my life. She filled apart of my heart with her little spark. We had both applied for the job at Daylight, We were so excited to be sales assisstants and help people pick which clothes would suit them best... But I guess Nikita wasn't going to get a shot at doing that because we were suppose to start next week. I don't mind though because I can always tell her in my dreams. I loved Nikita like a sister and she is not gone to me, She will forever be in my heart and dreams!"

My speech was over and I just wanted to push through the crowds of people that had turned up to be there for Nikita today but everyone was crying and they wanted to talk to me and the Garcias.

I pushed through the big doors and I sat in the garden outside. Mr Garcia approached me and plonked onto the concrete bench.

"My daughter loved you, Violeta."

I turn and stare at his green eyes. They are covered in fresh tears. 

"I am sorry for your lose. Your daughter was my bestest friend, I know you loved her as much as I did." I said as I plucked the petals from a daisy.

"I know.. I never meant to hurt her."

"I know! Not to be rude but I think you should leave because Madi is just getting use to life without her Daddy beside her."

"Tell everyone I am sorry. Tell Madi I am sorry as well and that I will be seeing her later on when she gets older if she wants to see me. I knew I should not have come but I had to see my baby girl one more time."

And with that he left and finally I realised that Nikita was never coming back and I was going to have to face life by myself.

I walk past Nikita's coffin and I whisper - 

"I'll be seeing you in my dreams gorgeous, Stay close forever!"