The End Of Us // Jacob Sartorious

The Funeral

"Death leaves a pain that nobody can heal, but the love leaves a memory that nobody can steal."
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4 weeks
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That's how long it's been since she died.

4 weeks of no mother. 4 weeks of no Brandon. 4 weeks of Emmet coming over constantly. 4 weeks of me laying in bed. 

All I do is lay in bed. My dad comes in to check on me, but I don't budge. Emmet makes an attempt, but I don't budge. Jacob comes over about twice a week, he's stayed with me a couple times even and my dad allows. Emma has made an attempt to get me to eat, or even talk, but I've given up. Adrian tries, but I don't budge either.

I've eaten the bare minimum but not much. Nobody has gotten me to eat anything, or get me to talk, or even to get me up to shower; as disgusting as it may sound. But at this point I don't have the strength to get out of bed to change anymore.

I appreciate that they've made an effort, but I just don't see the point anymore. Brandon hasn't even tried to see me; not that it would change anything. But I think out of everyone, he would've been the one to try and be there for me.

A soft knock is heard on the other side of my bedroom door before being opened and someone walking in.

"Jess," It was a voice I didn't expect. Justin. "Everybody is downstairs," He said quietly.

I haven't talked much, but he knew how much I dreaded this day. He gently pulled the covers off of me and grabbed my hand in his. I managed to open my eyes and look at what he was wearing, a black and white suit.

"I can have Emma come up and help you get ready," He helped me to the bathroom, turning on the shower for me.

He quickly left the bathroom and headed downstairs. The bathroom filled with steam as the water ran. I sat against the sink, not having any strength to move, let alone undress my self. Emma walks into the bathroom, looking at me sympathetically. I knew she meant well, but I don't think she knew half of what I was feeling or what was going on inside my head.

She slowly took the shirt and lifted it over my head, then doing the same with my shorts, leaving me exposed. I knew she didn't care, because she was my best friend. She helped me into the shower. I stood there for about ten minutes, allowing the hot water cascade over my body. I eventually took the shampoo and conditioner in my hands and scrubbed it through my hair. Doing the same with my body soap, I washed it off.

I cut the water off and grabbed the towel, wrapping it around my body. Emma helped me out of the shower and to my room where she had laid out a black dress is some heels. She got a pair of underwear from my dresser and a bra, handing it to me and allowing me to put them on. She then helped me into the dress, zipping it from the back. She led me to the bathroom where she blowdried my hair before brushing through it.

She's definitely helped me a lot, and I appreciate her more than she will probably ever know.

She left my hair as is before going to my room and grabbing my heels.

"I'm gonna go down with the rest, will you be okay?" She asked softly. She looked at me as if she was preparing me to break any moment.

I softly nodded my head. She rubbed my shoulders gently before closing the bathroom door and walking back downstairs. I took that chance to look myself in the mirror, only to see the reflection of a broken little girl. Bags were evident under my eyes, my face droopy. You could tell I hadn't slept in days, weeks.

I applied concealer under my eyes and mascara to my eyelashes. I took one last look at myself before attempting to put on a fake smile.

I grabbed my phone off my dresser, nothing from Brandon. It's bad that I wasn't surprised. I took a deep breath and made my way downstairs.