Diary of a Teenage Mom (SEQUEL)

Chapter 1: Sad, Beautiful, Tragic

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 The sky was grim. Rain fell hard against the ground and the tarp covering everyone's heads. I kept on trying to only concentrate strictly on the slight tapping noise the rain made as it made contact with the fabric of the tarp. That was much harder than I thought it would be, considering the environment I was in, and what was being said around me.

 I kept my head down, my eyes down, looking at the grass that I stood on. I didn't want to look up because there's only one thing I would see and I couldn't handle looking at that right now. A larger hand took my right one and a smaller hand took my left one. I looked up to my right to see my brother standing next to me, looking at the ground as I was, he didn't need to look at me, I knew he was doing what I was; trying not to concentrate on everything around us. I looked to my left and saw my best friend, who looked up at me with a small smile, which I could not return. She thankfully understood that and let her eyes wander to the thing in the world I dreaded the most at this moment in time, and probably for the rest of my life.

 The weather perfectly described my mood. Dark. Sad. Gloomy. I wish I wasn't depressed. I wish I didn't have to be here right now. I wish this didn't happen. I wish I could go back to how things were right after I got out of the hospital. Everyone was alive, and happy for the first time in a long time.

 Heartbroken. Mournful. Morose. Distressed. Hurt. Despair. Pessimistic. Only some of the words that could accurately describe how I feel at the moment. How I've felt for a long time now. I've begun to lose track of how long I've been this chronically depressed. I'm just acting like I'm not for the sake of my family, so they won't have to worry about me as well as themselves. That's the last thing they need to do, especially my younger brother. He's so young and he has enough things to worry about; more than any sixteen year old should have to worry about.

 My eyes finally couldn't help themselves anymore and wandered to the casket that lay in front of me. My dad's lifeless body lay inside of it, not moving, not breathing, all the life drained out of it so there was nothing left but a body covered by a tuxedo. A tear rolled down my cheek as my face bowed down again, looking at the grass. I couldn't look at the casket for more than a second without tears falling from my eyes. It's been months since his death but I'm still not over it, and I'm not sure I will ever be fully over it.

 No; I know for a fact that I will never be over it.

 The only sound that could be heard as the preacher was talking was the sound of my mother's soft weeping. It was my job to stay strong; for my mom and my brother both. We all needed someone right now, so we were there for each other to lean on. He was my mom's best friend. My brother looked up to him, I did as well. Now all that's left to do is look down at his casket that is being lowered into the ground.

 I couldn't bear to watch, so I turned my head away from the casket and closed my eyes, leaning my forehead against my brother's shoulder. Another large tear rolled down my cheek, hitting our hands. He kissed my forehead and squeezed my hand tighter.