Her Story

2~ The Funeral

I stared at the parchment. It was scribbled in red, as though it was made of... Blood. I felt as if I was going to throw up.

"We need to find out who did this. I need to. For Emma." A tear rolled down my face. "Uh, Mrs. A? When is the funeral?" A huge lump is in my throat, like when you dry swallow a huge pill.

"We haven't figured that out... but we assume in the next week or so." She looks down at her feet. "I-" her husband grabs her hand. "We, would like you to speak at her funeral, if that's okay with you," she smiles weakly.

"Sure, I guess if you want me too," I give her a generous smile back.

"Good. You should prepare something to say. Alright?"

"Yeah, I guess."

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Typing this was so hard. I didn't want to make people cry, but I wanted to make sure people knew I cared.

I decided I would finish it before the funeral tomorrow. I needed to get some sleep. It was 4 am, and my bed looked really comfortable. As soon as my head hit the pillow, it seemed as if the whole world was awake. I couldn't keep my mind off things.

I don't want to die. What if he/she comes? I don't want to die. I'm too young. I can't die. What if I never sleep again?

The note haunted me.

Any one who tries and finds me? They're next.

Those words were played over in my head, I couldn't get them to stop. I couldn't take it. I let out a scream.

Suddenly, I heard a soft tap tap tap on my window.

I feared the worst. On the glass, I saw a note. Shit.

Scream again and I'll do my best to shut you up. You think you can beat me? Not a chance. I will find you. Now hush child, before the monsters get to you.

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By morning, I had finished my eulogy.

After I received the note, I couldn't sleep any longer. I typed pretty fast, despite the fact that I was sleepy, but every time my body hit the bed, my fears came alive. I was afraid he was going to kill me in his sleep. I established it was a he, for the hand prints were huge and manly, and his handwriting was really crappy.

"Amy, are you ready?" I hear my dad's voice from the other room.

"Just about." I finish buttoning my dress. It was all black, which seemed right for the occasion. I had curled my dirty blonde hair, and lines my hazel eyes with eyeliner and mascara. I picked up the piece of paper and went out the door.

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At the funeral, it seemed as if the whole town showed up.Everyone was there paying their respects, which made me tear up. I started to walk up to the podium, and I opened my piece of paper.

Everyone was staring at me.

I opened my mouth to speak. But I closed it. I crumpled up my paper.

"I was going to say what was on that there paper, but those words weren't true. The truth is, sometimes she drove me crazy. Sometimes I wanted to punch her in the face. But the other times, I really cared for her. I remember the first day I met her. I was the new kid in school, and I was swinging by my self. She came over to me and said, 'Looks like you need a friend.' I smiled to that and we became inseparable ever since. That was almost seven years ago. But now, I feel I need her most. You know how people say you never know you've got something until it's gone? The truth is, you knew you had it, but you never thought it would leave you. I thought that Emma and I would be friends until we died. But that isn't happening, the way things are right now. I wish she was still here to comfort me. She may be gone now, but she'll forever be in my heart. That's all I have to say, thank you." I feel the tears streaming down my face like a waterfall.

"Thank you Amy, for those kind words, I really appreciate it." She looks at me as if saying, 'I'm sorry, I wish I could've helped.' She continued. "And now...."

I blocked out the sound. My thoughts were flowing, and they wouldn't stop.

"Amy, Amy!" I feel hands shaking me.

"What?" I feel confused.

"It's time to put in a shovel full of dirt on her grave." Mrs. A tells me.

"Oh, yeah." I stand up, and I start to cry like a baby again.

I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I spin around in fear.

Nothing is there.

But a chilling voice whispers like the wind, "Beware."

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