Tearlet

Chapter 12

Ch. 12-

My Dad smiles at Mrs.Hernandez as he leaves and turns around, not looking back. I watch as he disappears and my body rages with anger knowing he is not going out for work. He must be fooling with another girl even though today is Roccia's funeral. My cheeks becomes hot and I clench my fist keeping them to my side, trying my best to not swing it at the wall.

"Please sit." Mrs.Hernandez says looking at me and pointing at a seat adjacent to hers.

I hesitate for awhile unsure if I should run off or stay and face the victims mother. But she begs me too and the guilt drags me to the wooden chair like a magnet. I sit on the edge of the wooden chair tapping my foot as I stare at the ugly green wallpaper. I feel Mrs.Hernandez place her hand onto my shoulder. I turn and look at her and she stares past me and begins to speak.

"My beautiful daughter, Roccia, tried her best in her short life. Oh, how I miss her so dearly. It is a deep sadness to die so quickly without waking up to a warm morning sun and getting to see the beautiful colorful trees." Mrs.Hernandez wipes her wet cheeks and blows her nose loudly.

If only she knew what I am. If she knew what I have done. That her daughter didnt "die" that she was killed. That I killed her, instead. If Mrs.Hernandez did know, she wouldn't be touching me, speaking to me, or have me in her home. Her hand stays on my shoulder and the heat from her palm seeps into my suit giving me an uncomfortable feeling. I tug my arm away slowly until she pulls her hand away to continue with cleaning her runny nose.

I watch as others sit in silence, mourning over her. I also sit in silence, like they do, but not to mourn over her. I sit in silence and think of all the positives without Roccia. Deep within myself I feel a bit revealed that she has died. It might sound like a cruel thing to even think of, but I am glad. I am glad that she has died. Through my years I have learned that people around me just bring constant drama. The less people I have in my life means less problems I will receive.

Ms.Hernandez sighs loudly and stares ahead as she speaks to no one in particular, "How do you forget about the ones you love?" She says to herself in a childish tone.

She pauses for awhile, but then continues in a normal tone, "Oh no. You don't forget, you keep them in your hearts." She says and touches her chest as she starts to sob louder.

Time passes as a I sit by the crying lady. Family and friends come up to her and apologize about her lose. It starts to bother me after the third person. Why do people apoligize about a persons death? It is not like they could bring her back from the dead. Her soul is lost now, in the Other World.

A little girl in pig tails runs to Mrs.Hernandez and collides into her as she muffles her crying in Mrs. Hernandez black blouse.

"Oh dear." Mrs.Hernandez says petting the little girls head, "Shh, don't cry, my dear. Your momma will always be in our heart, my dear."

A pain of sorrow stings my chest, but I quickly get rid of the feeling. I refuse to let myself believe that an employee of mine, Roccia, has a child. The only thought I had of Roccia was she was a maid, nothing else, and I will keep it like that for now. Feeling pity for the dead's family won't do anything good for my life.

The toddler wipes her nose with the back of her palm and smiles weakly, "Now there. You keep on smiling, my dear." Mrs.Hernandez says and kisses the kid's forehead. The girl kisses her grandmother back and runs off with her two pigtails bounce behind her.

"Roccia Hernandez." Mrs.Hernandez begins, "Do you know she used to be the top ones of her students until her bastard boyfriend got her pregnant?" I turn to look at her and notice she is making a sour face at me.