There and Back

Chapter 11

Kristina's POV

It was the day of Rob's funeral. Everyone was doping around the house either crying or just staring into nothingness. I was sitting on mine and Sam's bed. Dreading the funeral. Sam's gone to talk to James about something so I'm all alone in the room. Hot tears were streaming down my face, washing away all of the happiness in me. I didn't want the day to come, nobody did. It will remind us all of when Rob took his last breath. The day James called. The day we all cried.

" Kristina?" I heard someone say, but I couldn't make out who it was through the tears.

" Kristina," Another voice said, " It's James and Sam."

I felt two people sit beside me on the bed and I started bawling. Sam pulled me into his chest and James started stroking my head. They really ware the best friends a girl could have.

" Kristina, Sam, James, time to get ready." Jackie sniffled as she walked into the room, " Oh dear."

I was in Sam's arms and had James stroking me. I had mascara running down my cheeks and my eyes were red and swollen.

" I'm.. I'm alright now." I sniffled standing up.

I walked into the bathroom, everyone watching as if I was crazy. I was just crying and I was now saying I'm fine on the day of the funeral. They all know me too well. I striped down and stepped into the shower. The warm water flowing over my body, relaxing my tensed muscles.

" Kristina, are you done yet?" Sam asked through the door.

" Just need to do makeup." I replied as I stepped out of the shower.

I grabbed my mascara and fixed up the mascara I already had on. I chose a dark blue eye shadow and some eyeliner. I walked out of the washroom and straight into Sam.  He chuckled sadly and gently kissed the top of my head.I looked up and smiled at him weakly then walked to the closet. The day we left to England, Sam took me to the mall to find some outfits for the funeral. I chose a tight black dress with one strap and some black flats. Sam got a pair of black pants, a black blazer and some posh black shoes.

I slipped into the wardrobe and grabbed my dress. I picked up my flats and walked back out into the room. Sam was in the toilet doing whatever guys do in there so I could just change in the room. I locked the door so no one could get in and took off my shirt. I slipped the dress over my head and pulled down my pants. No way was I wearing bright orange sweat pants to a funeral. I grabbed some tights from my sock drawer and put them on. They were always a difficulty to put on for me so I ended up hopping around the room trying to get them on.

" Need help?" I heard someone chuckle behind me.

I nodded my head and Sam came over and held me still. I finally got my tights on and slipped out of Sam's grip.  I turned around and pecked his cheek before I walked downstairs.

Sam's POV

" Are you sure you'll be okay?" I asked Kristina who was sitting on our bed reading a book.

" I'll be fine." She replied, still with her head in her book.

" Okay, call me if you need me." I said.

She sighed and replied, " Yes mom."

I smiled at myself as I walked out of the room to talk to James. I really hope Kristina's okay. She wasn't very convincing and I swear I heard her sniffle.

I walked down the hall to James room, all the while thinking of Kristina. I knocked on James' door and after a bit he opened it.

" Hel..." I started but he dragged me in.

" Shh, Kristina told me to never tell anyone this." he said secretly.

" Okay?" I replied.

" When we were in year seven, Kristina had a crush on a guy named Marcus. He was a real jerk to her, but she didn't care. She swore she would get him one day. Once, he must of overheard us speaking about him. I was really against her liking him. It was for her own good y'know? Anyway, he asked her to go to the school dance with him one day. And of course, she said yes. She was physicked for the dance. She couldn't even concentrate on her work. He school grades were starting to go down, everything for her was going downhill. It was all because 'Marcus'. When the day of the dance came, she had a bunch of make up on and a tank top and short shorts."

" Why was she wearing that?" I asked.

" Marcus told her to.Anyhow, the dance came up and Marcus took her over to his group of plastics. I was keeping an eye on them and they were being total jerks to her, calling her slut and stuff and Marcus was just laughing. When I saw Marcus laughing at what they were saying to her. I walked up to him, tapped him on the shoulder and once he turned around, I punched him. He stared at me like mad and started beating me up. He hit me in the 'part' as well so I couldn't move.

Kristina's uncle was a martial arts teacher and taught her many moves. She lifted Marcus off me, kneed him in the part and threw him through the air, and that was the end of that dance for us. We got all of the blame and got suspended for a month. It was horrible." and he finished.

I couldn't speak, I couldn't move.

" T-that's horrible!" I yelled, " If I ever meet that dude, I'm gonna beat him so hard, he's never gonna feel anything."

James, looking satisfied at my reaction, stuck out his knuckle. We fist bumped and waked into my room. Kristina was on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face.

" Kristina?" I asked cautiously.

" Kristina, it's James and Sam." James stated.

When he finished his sentence she burst out crying. I ran over and sat down beside her, holding her close to my chest. James ran to the other side and started stroking her head. I gave him a 'what did we say' look and he just shrugged. We sat there for a few minutes then Jackie burst in.

" Kristina, Sam, James, it's time to get ready." She sniffled, " OH DEAR!'

I put my finger to my lips and looked down at Kristina. 

" I'm... I'm alright now." She said standing up from the bed.

SHE"S ALRIGHT?!? How could she say that. She was just crying her eyes out on the day of a friends funeral. She can't be alright.

She walked into the washroom, not looking back at any of us, and closed the door. I looked at James, James looked at Jackie and Jackie looked at me. After a bit of staring at each other, Jackie and James walked out of the room. After about five more minutes I asked Kristina if she was done.

" I just need to do my make-up." She replied.

I walked to the door and when she opened it, she ran into me. I chuckled a bit and lent down to kiss her beautiful head. She looked up at me and smiled sadly. She started walking towards the closet. As she walked to the closet, I walked to the washroom and started brushing my teeth. Once I finished shaving, I stepped out of the washroom to see Kristina having trouble with her tights.

I chuckled and asked, " Need help?"

She nodded her head and I walked over to her and held her steady. When she finally finished getting he tights on, she turned around and pecked my cheek. 

I really do hope she's okay...