CHAPTER TWO, burial [channy]
I watched the burial with weary eyes, unable to speak. The men called for the grave to be lowered into the ground. I wanted to jump in with her, I didn't want her to leave. It was kind of crazy, the temptation- but all I could do was stay still, for I really felt nothing. I wanted to leave- I couldn't watch. Women she was close to wailed, our cousins stood their ground and wiped their tears. They weren't there- nobody was there. Nobody witnessed it, my breakdown. My vision blurred, scanning over the crowd of people. "Go up," father commanded, his cold eyes meeting mine, "right now, Olive."
I stepped onto the platform, my voice shakily following the prayer said before I was to speak. I dared myself to smile forcedly, glancing to the watchful eyes of the people who stood before me, black and white on a beautiful day, it was anything- anything but beautiful. I imagined leaving, stomping on the packed in dirt next to the old, broken down tombstone. "Why- did- you- leave!" I would exclaim, crying uncontrollably, letting it all out.
"M-m-my..." My voice cracked, judging, piercing stares sent towards my way. "My mother was..." I choked out, almost stumbling back as certain people snickered.
I couldn't take it.
I ran, ran off the platform, ran to somewhere. I didn't know where I was going- I just needed to get away. I needed to leave, that moment and right there. I never wanted to see that tombstone again, I never wanted to see those people again and I never wanted to come home again.
I felt as if my eyes had lost all color, my body feeling numb. The world around me faded to dark, a stinging pain in my head.
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