VAGUE

CHAPTER 5 (PART 4)

CHAPTER 5

-PART FOUR-

She's only five years old and unaffected by death. A little innocent light that brings so much joy. But that will soon change and I hate it.

"Hey, why are they burying my Knight? he can't make those thrilling articles in the ground! Stop!" she screams. The people who weren't already crying allowed tears to drip down their faces. "Stop it!" She screams, tears streaming down her face. "Why he's lying on that ugly bed! Stop!"

Unexpectedly, Lock bends down and hugs Gray. "Gray, she's going to sleep." Lock whispers, "Don't be so loud or you'll wake him." Gray cuddles Lock and wails. He strokes her hair and her back lovingly. That just overpowers me.

We stood at the front of the funeral. Everyone's heads were down. Maybe it was them showing respect of maybe there were too afraid to look at what was coming. The coffin was pulled from its specialize case by a white mighty stallion.

His own stallion.

The silence dwelled as it entered the church. A six good-looking men wearing black suits pulled out Drain's coffin from its case. It wobbled as they carried it to the front and gently placed it down. The coffin was dark bloody stained cherry and it was perfectly polished. It had a golden cushioned and silky lining. It seemed inviting. It was good to know that at least my Drain was resting in a comfortable place. I held Gray's shaky hand the whole time. She wiped tears onto her sleeve and rested on Lock's chest. I kept it together until they passed a picture of him to everyone and that's when all the memories came flooding back like a tidal wave. His face seemed so alive and happy and I couldn't help but wonder what he looked like under that closed wooden box. I stared blankly at it hoping that a miracle would happen and he would rise again and come back to the world, come back to us.

But nothing happened.

he was gone.

It's crazy how things can turn upside down for you. You see the person every day and suddenly, they're gone and when they go, a part of you goes with them too. Who knew where he was going to end up if there even was a heaven. I liked to believe that the place is inviting and calm and there's nothing but good in it.

I start crying loudly causing a chain reaction in the small group. Soon everyone who loved my Drain are sobbing uncontrollably. I walk up to the makeshift stage and begin my little speech,

"Knight-drain Pendelton Chase. Closest called him Knight and others called him Pendelton, but I prefer calling him Drain. My drain was kind and didn't hesitate to help someone in need. His helpful spirit got him into multiple trouble but I don't think he ever regretted any. I-" I pause clearing my throat from the tears, "I always telling him that... that one time his goodness will kill him... and... uhh... it happened" I pause because I could taste the bitterness of my own tears, "I won't ever let him out my heart, he will stay in here in peace. I love you, my Drain... always" I place my hand on my heart. My tears soaking the dress I'm wearing.

"Don't cry sister! brother is just asleep," she cries trying to make me happier. I give her a sad smile and nod while walking off the mini so-called stage. Slowly his coffin gets lowered into the hole. The closest relatives take turns with the spade, covering him inch by inch with dirt.

Bye my Drain. I will miss you...

"Stop the fucking drama!" everyone stops their sobbing and cries though there's a little noise coming from everyone specially to Gray. The people immediately turn a gaze to the direction where the voice came from.

Mr. and Mrs. Richardson

Mr. Chase manage to stand and go to their directions but Mrs. Richardson pull a gun from her pocket.