What the fuck are you doing Kylie? I asked myself as I looked in the mirror. And if I didn't hurry up I was going to be late for this funeral.
I checked in the mirror one last time, yes I looked like the stuck up bitch everyone thought I was.
The service was starting at a church then a few were going to the graveside. I didn't know yet if I was going to that, I don't know that Gaby would want that
I drove there and as I approached I realised how nervous I was, I hadn't seen these people for years, what did they even think of me anymore? Did I care?
I parked, it was very quiet, not many people here. According to Steph Gaby was an alcoholic drug addict who was happy to steal from her friends and family, she was what I once was, only I escaped.
I walked up to the church and took a deep breath, time to get this over with.
I walked in and looked around, there really weren't that many people here and it made me sad. I saw Steph, she was down the front with the other's. I hadn't seen them for so long but I recognized every single one of them.
I inconspicuously sat at the back, looking at my old friends. Of course there was Steph, Mia was here, Zack, Johnny, Matt, Jimmy and Brian, he hadn't changed much at all. The last time I'd seen him face to face was the morning I'd woken up after having had the shit beaten out of me, I still don't remember by who.
Steph looked around and spotted me, she waved me to come up there. I shook my head, I was fine here, really. Of course her turning around made the other's turn around and I wanted the ground to swallow me up.
"Kylie, come here." Matt called.
Matt, he always was a sweetheart, and a ladies man if I remembered correctly, I think he'd slept with everyone but me.
I smiled and shook my head.
Brian got up and walked up to me. "Come on." He said, holding out his hand.
I took it and let him lead me up to the other's. They all smiled at me and for the first time I realised that I did care what they thought of me. They were my best friends afterall.
