(Anon POV)
My whole body trembled as I dragged myself down the isle to the casket. Shakily placing my fingers on the edge, I look down at her face. No matter how lifeless and pale she looked, my sister still managed to look so beautiful. Memories instantly started to flood back, my eyes stinging with tears that begged to be let free.
"No, I can't cry", I thought to myself. I'm not allowed to. She wouldn't want me to. She would want me to be strong, to tell everyone that it will be okay and that it was for the best. How do I help everyone through this when I can barely help myself? I pressed two of my fingers to my lips and laid them on her forehead, letting out a deep breath and turned back for my seat. I immediately was faced with stares as I went to sit down. Most people thought wrong of me for not even shedding a tear, but none of them knew.
No one knew what I knew.
This was my fault. I could've done something, hell, I should've. I knew he was bad for her , I knew the reason behind every single bruise and scar on her weak body. But she loved him. After everything he did to her, she loved that man with every fragile bone in her body. Maybe she felt like she wasn't pretty enough for anyone else, or that no one else would love her in this condition. I never understood it, and whenever I tried to help she would get angry. There was I point where I almost even gave up on her, but I never leave family.
The day when..
