You've Got That One Thing (One Direction Romance)

The Funeral

Chapter 20

~~Sam's POV~~

    I slipped on my black dress and stepped into my heels. I put my hair into a neat ponytail and slightly curled it. I grabbed my black cardigan and slipped it over my arms. I looked at myself in the mirror and I fell to my knees and cried. This can't be real. It's all a dream, I'll close my eyes and count to 3 and when they open I'll be with Bri. I did as I thought, and once I opened my eyes I was still alone. 

"Sam, come on babe. It's okay, everything will be okay." Harry soothed rubbing circles on my back. 

"I can't do this Harry. I don't want to see her frail body in a casket. I don't want to see her lowered into the ground." I cried.

     We were back in Jersey, at our house. We would be staying here for about a week for the funeral and people would be dropping by. The house was covered in flowers and balloons, all from fans and friends. 

"Sam, Harry, we're leaving in 2 minutes." Louis said standing in the door way. It was hard to see that Louis, funny and spontaneous Louis, was now sad and quiet. I nodded and stood up. I fixed my make up in the mirror then took Harry's hand and we walked out of the door. We passed Zayn's room and I peered in. He was sitting on his bed, his head in his hands. I motioned Harry to go and I walked over to Zayn.

"Zayn, we're leaving." I sniffed. He looked up from his hands and his face was covered in tears. I pulled a tissue out from my pocket and began to wipe his face.

"I-I just can't get her out of my head. I can't remember how we met or how beautiful she was, all I can remember is her dead body in that shed. The bruises and blood. The ropes digging into her skin. The tattoo on her arm that said, "You're too late". It's not fair Sam. She did nothing! Bri did nothing wrong!" he sobbed. I wrapped my arms around his upper back and he cried into my shoulder. 

"Me either Zayn. None of us did anything wrong. Now come on, the funeral starts in an hour." I calmly said, my voice shakey. I took a deep breath and pulled away from Zayn, taking his hand and walking to the hall. 

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      She was pale and cold. Her eyes shut and hands crossed over her stomach. There was a slight smirk on her face. Her bruises and cuts had been covered up with make up. But her tattoo was still showing. I looked at the once lively girl, who was now lifeless.

     She was dressed in her favorite outfit. It was a purple party dress she received as a birthday present from Zayn. She had a few bracelets on and a necklace. She had natural make up on, she still looked beautiful. I started remembering the past, not the good memories though. 

-;-Flashback-;-

"Bri!" We all shouted and ran towards her.

     She was still wrapped up in rope and covered in duct tape. I kept calling her name, but there was no answer. I removed the tape covering her neck, there was a big red mark. I placed my fingers on her neck and felt for a pulse. I felt nothing. I stepped back from the lifeless body, tears flowing down my face.

"She's dead..." I cried. 

     Sara and Zayn fell back from the body, their eyes  bloodshot. I looked at her arm, there was a small tattoo that I had never seen before. It was black cursive writing,

"You're too late" I read aloud. I backed up and leaned up against the wall. I slid down and sat on the ground. I pulled my legs into my chest. 'It's just a dream' I thought. But it wasn't, it was all really happening. My best friend, my roommate, my everything, was dead. Killed for no reason.