Chapter 10

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Eventually we got back to the house. I screamed "mum dad get in here quick" they both ran in with worried looks on their faces. It didn't take them long to realize Sasha was sitting there on the couch. DEAD.

My head was spinning my mind was buzzing I didn't know what was happening then all of a sudden everything went black. I awoke to find that I was in a meadow with Sasha. We were both in baby pink, long, lacey dresses with flowers in our hair, we were both laughing and making daisy chains together, then all of a sudden every thing went dark and sasha started fading away. I screamed out her name and started crying but nothing seemed to be coming out, then I was back in the living room on the couch across from Sasha I sat there thinking, what if I had told her what's out there? Would she still be here? What am I going to tell her parents? Would she still be here if I had told her I was a paranormal hunter?

After a few minutes Chelsea entered the room with a glass of water for me, she carefully placed the water on the coffee table. With shaky hands, I picked it up and took a hesitant sip. "Thank you, Chealsea."

"You're welcome. What happened?"

"I blacked out and saw Sasha in a field of flowers. We were laughing and happy, then she fadded away. I then woke up and here I was," I replied as I sat.

My parents and Chelsea nodded. I gave them a questioning stare. "Paranormal Hunters get visions of those that die. It's usualy of them in a happy time," my mother said as she smiled warmly.

I nodded. "How are we going to tell Sasha's parents about her death?" I began to cry.

"Go to sleep love. We'll deal with it. Chelsea you can sleep over at ours tonight. I'm so sorry that you guys had to witness Sasha's death," my father said.

We piled into the car and drove off to my house. It didn't take long before I was huddled in my warm and cozy bed. Chelsea lay next to me peacefully. I was so tired, I didn't even think about todays events.

*****

I awoke to the sound of Chelsea snoring. I sat up on my elbows and wipped the sleep out of my eyes. I yawned and stretched, all in one motion.

I then realized that it was a school day. And Sasha was dead.

I felt tears spring to the surface of my eyes. "Chelsea, wake up. We have school," I croaked.

Chelsea groaned as I climbed over her. I walked over to my closet and threw on some clothes. I then brushed my teeth and hair. Chelsea put on some of my clothes and we walked down stairs in utter silence.

My mum and dad smiled sadly at me. I shrugged it off with a blank facial expression.

"Do I have to go to school?" I asked as I wipped a tear away.

"Well I would be dissapointed in you if you didn't attend your best friends funeral," my mother said as she took a sip of her warm tea.

"Sasha's funeral is today?" I asked confused.

My parents nodded and I felt a flood of tears fall down my face. She was too young to die! She never got to acomplish any of her dreams or goals. It made me realize how important it is to make the most of every day.

"Lets go. We'll be late if we don't leave now," I said as I grabbed my school bag, dreading today already.

****

Chelsea and I walked up the school steps, heading toward the church. We decided to go there and say a prayer before we go to class.

Many students gave me a hug and asked if I was ok. It was extremely odd how everyone knew about Sasha's terrible death. I shrugged it off and just kept walking.

Chelsea and I soon arrived at our destination. We entered the church with a reverent attitude, knelt before Sasha's coffin and prayed.

"Lord, be with Sasha and welcome her to heaven. She lived a short, yet amazing life. Sasha was and still is my best friend and it pains me to know she's gone.

Love her, forgive her, be with her. Help her to understand that she has helped me in so many ways.

Amen."

I made the sign of the cross and headed back to class slowly. Tears fell down my face, yet again, but I let them fall. I couldn't keep holding onto them.

Chelsea gave me a hug good bye before she went off to her class. She left me standing in the hall way, alone. So I decided to just man up and go to my stupid classes.

****

Half of the day had already passed. I sat in each class with a blank expression, a wandering mind and a broken heart. I didn't pay any attention, nor did I try to hide that I wasn't listening.

I hated not having Sasha around. She did not deserve to die that way. No one does and no one else will and I'll be the one to make sure of that.

We all walked down to the church for Sasha's funeral. I saw Sasha's parents in the front row. I went up to them with out greeting them and embraced them both in a tight hug. I sat next to them and held Sasha's mothers hand.

The priest talked and talked. Students cried and said prayers. We shared happy times and good memories we had experienced with Sasha. Then, a slide show played. So many pictures wizzed by. Sasha was smiling and happy, she looked so young and lively.

I cheered up just the slighest bit at the knowledge of knowing she had joy in her life. I listened to the speeches Sasha's parents said, then it was my turn.

I got up and put one foot in front of the other. My fore head was sweaty, my eyes stung from the tears and my hands were shaky. I knew I would struggle to talk.

"As you all know, Sasha is my best friend. She's the most amazing person I've ever met. She was a friend to all and loved by many. It's so heart breakingly unbelievable that she died at such a young age. It breaks my heart to know she'll never get to live her dreams.

Lets take what has happened to Sasha and use it to help others. I have a responsibility only few of you know about, it risks a lot, yet I will succeed in all battles. I owe Sasha that much. It is so impprtant to me, that I bring her some justice. I vow that I will stop at nothing, until peace is among us.

Rest in peace, Sasha. May your life in heaven be graced with happiness."

I stepped down from the stand and returned to my seat. I couldn't believe I just said all of that. I'm not sure how much of it everyone heard through my tears and snot, but it was said.

And I meant every bit of it.

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