Happy Little Pill

Chapter 2

        I've only been to 2 different funerals before Emily's, that was my great grandmothers and my great uncles. But they weren't as long and excruciatingly painful as this one. A couple days after her death my mother asked if I wanted to do her obituary. I declined. There was no way in Hell I would be able to get up in front of my family and some close friends and read my little sisters obituary. No way. So my mother ended up doing it herself. I stood with a broken heart and teary eyes and stared at the coffin as it started to lower into the 6 foot rectangular hole. I was the first one to throw a rose, it almost fell as if it was in slow motion, before it softly landed onto the coffin.

        After the burial and going through more hoards of people, we went back to the house and packed up what was left of the house. We left the moving guys to take everything out of Emily's room. Myself or my mother didn't have the strength to even step food in there, let alone move her stuff. We decided that we would mark the boxes with her stuff in them and keep them in her own little storage unit. After we loaded everything up, we hopped into our Explorer and headed t to Maryland. I've never been in Maryland before, or from what I can remember. My mom told me that when my dad was around, we would go up there almost every summer. But that was when I was a little thing, 3 maybe 4 years old? Either way, I never remembered the 16 hour drive just to get there! We must have stopped 8 different times so I could pee.

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        We arrived around 11pm at my grandpas house, it was absolutely gorgeous and it was right by the beach. It was a 2 story white house with blue shudders and a wrap around porch with tiki lights all up the entrance way. I noticed as we drove up that there was a balcony from a room on the back of the house, directly facing the ocean. I can only imagine how beautiful that view must be. Once we got out of the car and started to unload some things, I seen a tall, white haired man walking out of the house and stright towards us.

"Victoria! You haven't aged a day!" He yelled with his arms out. My mother laughed and met him, giving him a big hug.

"Oh Al! Its been such a long time, I'm so sorry we haven't been out to visit. But I'm so thankful that you aloud us to come out here and stay for a while..." Mom motions to me. "We really needed this, there was no way we would be able to stay in that house..."

        Al drew his attention from my mom and right to me. He had a full head of white hair, with a mustache to match. He wasn't really fat but not skinny either, right in between. When he smiled he had all his teeth, and one gold one where his right canine should be. Al came and gave me one of the biggest and loving hugs I've ever had in my entire life. He then pulled me back, looked me over and let out a chuckle.

"You really look like your father, it's been so long since I've seen you Lucas... You've gotten so big and mature. I'm sorry about Emily, I knew you two were close. Even when you were little, you two where inseparable."

I couldn't help but get teary eyed when he got to Emily.

"Thank you Al, it means alot to me." I smiled at him.

"Please! Call me grandpa! Al makes it seem like I'm just some old man you know, now lets get you guys inside. We can carry the rest of the stuff on the truck, in tomorrow."

        We carried the suit cases from the Explorer into the house and into the entrance way. When we got inside, my jaw dropped. There was a gorgeous chandelier in the foyer and there was a huge, mahogany stair case leading upstairs. From the foyer there were 3 rooms that led off from it, the living room, dining room, and kitchen. And all 3 rooms where as big as my old house in Florida! After I stopped gawking at the house, grandpa took us to our rooms. Moms was huge, it reminded me of a a victorian age room with the big windows and the giant king size bed with red satin sheets. After we helped mom put her things in her room, grandpa put his hand on my shoulder and smiled at me, walking me down the hall with him. We finally stopped in front of what I assume to be my room and I looked up at him. 

"Is this my room grandpa?"

        He let out a small chuckle and reached for the door handle. When he opened the door I almost fainted. It was 3 times bigger than my old room, the bed was a queen with an beautiful head board. I walked in and set my bag on my bed, doing a full 360 around the room. I had my own bathroom. MY OWN BATHROOM! Not to mention the giant walk in closet and the best part... The balcony. I opened up the double doors where the patio was and carefully walked out, smelling the crisp ocean air. After a moment, I turned around and seen my mom and grandfather standing there watching me. I couldn't help but hug that man so hard, I thought my arms would fall off. He chuckled and hugged me back.

" I knew you would like this room best. You deserve this more than anything Lucas."

I started to tear up again, this man had such an effect on me and my emotions, but i didn't mind. I pulled away and wiped off my eyes, looking at them.

'Im going to get some of my stuff out of my suitcase, and most likely go to bed."

"Of course, sweetie." My mom kissed my forehead and started walking down the hall to her room.

"Sleep tight Luke. Be ready to have an amazing breakfast tomorrow morning! Plus I have a surprise for you."

        I laughed a little at my grandpas enthusiasm for breakfast, then he tousled my hair and went downstairs. I walked back and sat on my bed, taking off my shoes, letting my feet feel the softness of the carpet. I smiled and started to unpack some stuff. Taking out some pj pants and setting them to the side. After I put my whole suitcase worth of clothes, folded and put away in my dresser, I undressed into my underwear, and slide on my checkered pj pants. My bathroom came with a full length mirror, which I took out and put between my dresser and balcony door. I will say, I do have a pretty good body. I have the "v" and some abs, but I don't have any bulky, vein popping looking parts. I walked over to my bed and plopped down on it, laying back and feeling the cool, soft, comforter.

*sigh*

I closed my eyes and Emily's face instantly came up,

"Oh... Em..."

        I couldn't hold it back anymore, I turned on my stomach and buried my face in one of the pillows, letting it all out. The fact that shes now gone, and I'll never be able to see her face anymore... It wrecks me to the core. She was only 16. Why did it have to be her out of everyone there... Out of everyone in that dumb building, she had to be one of the very few to die. Instinctively I pulled my knees up to my chest and held them tightly to my chest. This was one of the biggest, real cries I've had since I found out about her death. I guess every other time, I was just numb. After about 30 minutes of bawling, I had finally stopped long enough to compose myself. 

"I have to be strong... For you Emily. I cant always be the one crying. I know mom cant always be as strong as she is now. No more crying. No more pitying myself. I know you wouldn't like me like this all the time Em... That's why starting tomorrow, Ill put a big smile on my face and make it seem like I'm okay. For mom. For grandpa. For you..."

After my little pep talk, I eventually fell in a deep sleep. I dreamt of Emily and I, swinging on a old tire swing at our old house. We were happy.