"We are as responsible for Rosalind's death. So, don't you dare back out now. We all have our secrets which is making us feel guilty. Own up to it and help me find who killed her."
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Valerie Hudson and Brianna Sawyer left their small town life and...
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I woke up with a migraine. Last night sleep was a stranger to me. After dinner, I came to my room and noticed a photo of me, Brianna and Rosalind. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I let them because it was about time. I hardly slept and staying up and crying added to the migraine.
I pressed my fingers on my forehead for temporary relief. After brushing my teeth and taking a shower, I popped up a painkiller and decided to wear black straight pants, a tee and black coat.
Today was the funeral. Today was the day I will get to see Rosalind. But it won't be the same. She won't flash her signature smile or put her hand on my shoulder to tell me everything will be okay. Instead, her eyes will be closed. Her soul will be at rest.
My mom and dad were already waiting for me in the car, so after getting a last look in the mirror, I left. The drive to the church felt so long. None of us knew what to say.
When we reached, Brianna was already waiting for me at the entrance wearing a black silk dress. I waved at her and she smiled back.
I got out of the car and made my way towards her. There was sadness evident in her eyes. I just gave her a weak smile and both of us stepped inside.
The air inside the church was filled with grief and loss. The McAllister's had put on a strong face for the guests but inside they were falling apart, just like us.
I hugged Mrs. McAllister and shook hands with Mr. McAllister. I was speechless. I wanted to tell them everything will settle down eventually but could not find my voice. I was thankful to them for keeping a wake before the burying ceremony.
People were standing near Rosalind's coffin and gasping. Clearly, no one believed she was gone.
Brianna gave me a small tug and I looked at her.
"Do you want to go see her?" She whispered.
"I don't think I'm ready." I shrugged back.
"We have to do this, Val. I know it's not easy, but she needs us right now."
"She is dead, Brianna. She doesn't need us. We need her." I said as my voice broke.
"We have to do this. If you want some time, it's fine. But do you seriously don't want to see her? This is the only change we have."
I gave her a small nod in agreement and went to see her.
We reached close enough to the coffin to see her. Rosalind McAllister. Her eyes were closed and she looked at peace. Her hands were placed on her stomach and were painted in pastel blue.
