Day 449th at my aunts house was the day of my parents funeral.
I'm glad we waited so long.
But I'm still not ready for this.
I had to leave the house.
And worse, I had to get inside a car.
I have a phobia of cars now.
Because of it.
But I have to go to my parents funeral.
That is what they would have wanted.
But I can not.
I cannot go into a car.
Because of it.
But I am being forced to.
I am also being forced into a dress.
A beautiful black lace dress.
With black flats.
I was supposed to wear this to my grandmas funeral.
Who just so happened to pass 49 days before it happened.
But now I am wearing the dress to my parents funeral.
This was not supposed to happen.
None of this was.
And worse of all, I am required to give a speech at the funeral.
But I can not.
Because I don't talk to anyone.
Not to anyone but Joseph.
All because of it.
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49
Short Story"The number 49 never used to have any significance in my life. It was always just the number after 48 and before 50. But that was before it happened."
