Just Dont.. // Chandler Riggs

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

I climb out of the car and walk up to the gate where Joe stood. "Hi, Joe." I greet and he greets me the same way back as the gate opens. "Thanks, Joe."

I walk onto the set and look around, looking past all the people who weren't part of the cast.

Okay, that sounded rude. Sorry everyone.

I notice Lauren first and walk over to her, tapping on her shoulder.

"Oh! Shailee! I haven't seen you around here lately." She says, her accent still thick and lovely. The brit tilts her head to the side questioningly.

"Yea, sorry. I've been busy." I smile weakly, looking up at her.

"Oh!" She says, "I, I forgot. Im so sorry. No one deserves that kind of pain." Lauren frowns, setting a light hand on my shoulder.

"Uhm, no no, its okay. I'm fine. Just looking for Chandler." I smile weakly, biting my lip.

"Oh, he's in his trailer waiting for you." She informs, pointing to a tiny trailer in a line of a bunch of others.

"Thanks, Lauren. Say hi to everyone else for me please." I smile again before walking to the trailer with 'Chandler Riggs' written in the star. I knock on the door lightly, rocking back and forth in my converse on the cement.

The wind was blowing my braided blonde hair slightly and it blew my gray sweater just a little too.

I wait for a few seconds before I hear footsteps coming through the trailer. "I'm coming." Chandlers smoot deep voice voice calls a few seconds before the door opens.

"Hey, Babe." He smiles softly down at me, pecking my lips before taking my hand and walking next to me.

"The funerals tomorrow." I speak up after a few minutes of silence. Biting my lip, I look up at the taller boy.

"Yeah, and I'll be there with you. Don't worry." He says softly, rubbing a thumb over the back of my hand.

I nod and kiss his jaw before leaving the set, getting in the car.

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I straighten out the small jean jacket I wore over my blue, white pock-a-dotted dress.

I had decided this funeral wasn't going to celebrate her life, but her death. She was gone. Out of this horrid place. This Hell on Earth. This was a good thing. Or, that's how I saw it.

Not everyone was seeing it that way. Or that's what it looked like. As I was smiling and happy for my mother, everyone else was crying their heart out.

But, what got me, was I had never met most of these people. So, I knew my mom hadn't. Or maybe she'd met them at work? I didn't know, but I knew they hadn't been around for the last 6 months of her life.

To say the least, I didn't like them.

The Visitation Service had only 15 minutes left; considering it began at 12 and ended at 1:30. Then, the sermon lasted 30 minutes. And finally, another 30 minutes for the burial. Yet, I hadn't cried once.

I keep my arm laced with Chandlers as I walk into the room with my Mamas body. My head lays on his forearm as I look down at her pale body.

The funeral home workers had caked her with make-up. She was almost unrecognizable. I bite my lip as a small smile forms, "She's in a better place." I whisper.

"She is." Chandler says softly, kissing the top of my head and I look up at him.

"How long?" I ask quietly.