rosaleen channing ↠ applyfic [ongoing]

↠twenty-eight

get some tissues, it's angst time

sam angst, to be specific!

and it's also a  l o o o n g  chapter!! about 2000 words

-𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓽𝔂

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No one had exactly forgotten the meltdown that Sam had when they mentioned going to Adrian's, but no one wanted to push her any further. Plus, it looked like Sam was okay. 

But looks could be deceiving. 

Every time she thought about That Night, she couldn't breathe all over again. She was right back where she had been. She felt like she should be screaming for help, but no matter how she tried, no words came out of her mouth.

She hadn't seen Adrian since, and she really planned to keep it that way.

However, as she arrived home from school and gotten the mail, she realized that would be impossible.

Because, in her mail, was a funeral invitation. For just her. Not Evan, not Sam's parents. Her name was right there.

Samantha Bennett.

Samantha's grip tightened on the papers in her hands. She fought to keep her breath still, and forced her tears back.

It was this weekend.

Maybe--Maybe he--Maybe Adrian wouldn't be there.

When Sam had heard what had happened to Rosaleen, she had felt sick.

Rosaleen had screamed that she wouldn't attend Adrian's funeral if he died tomorrow. So--So maybe Adrian wouldn't go to hers.

There was no way in hell that Sam could face Adrian. 

The funeral began at 5 PM. It was a small thing, only direct family and close friends. Closed casket--that much made sense. Formal wear.

Sam had to go. Rosaleen had been her best friend. To not go to her best friend's funeral would be--

Awful.

More awful than Rosaleen could ever be.

As Sam painstakingly forced herself to turn and walk inside, she wondered for a moment if Lance would be there.

"direct family and close friends"

Sam wondered if that applied.

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They always say "there's a first time for everything". 

Sam was fairly certain that was supposed to be a positive saying, but Sam had never... She had never been to a funeral before.

She dressed herself in a long black dress. The lacy sleeves went to her elbows. She had tied her hair up with a black ribbon. Black flats. Sam wasn't a fan of high heels.

Her mother assured her it was fine, but Sam wasn't sure.

There was only one cemetery in town. With a population of about ten thousand people...