Just Stay (Phan Fiction)

Funeral

Dan's POV

"P-Phil, I don't w-want to g-go." I mumbled as I straightened my black button-up shirt.

"I know, baby, but we need to. For Leyla." he told me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He too was in a black shirt but he wore his with a smart, black blazer. It was the day of Leyla's funeral and Maryana and I had been given a pass from the ward for the day. Of course, we had stay supervised at all times. Me by Phil and Maryana by Amy. None of us seemed to mind. 

"Yeah, I j-just know that I-I'm going t-to cry and I-I don't w-want to." I told him truthfully.

"I know but I'll be there with you the whole time. And so will Chris, Peej, Maryana and Amy, we've all got each other." he assured me and pecked my cheek lightly.

"Come on, let's go." he said and took my hand as we left the ward. After signing out, we met up with the others outside and all climbed into Pj's car. He had a seven seater so we all fit in. Chris was in the passanger seat next to Pj while Maryana and Amy sat in the middle and me and Phil sat in the back. I rested my head on his shoulder as we all drove in silence. In normal situations, I'm sure that the friends of the deceased would try to cheer each other up or laugh together about all the good times. But, this is not a normal situation. This is six people, two of whom have mental health problems and one who was the girlfriend of the deceased who just happened to be a teenager that committed suicide. Which is why, no one spoke and no one laughed and we weren't happy.

When we arrived, we pulled up outside a church and all headed inside. As we were the ones who planned the funeral, we were all sat up the front. We were on the right side of the aisle while there were seats for her family on the other side. Her family hadn't said much when we called them. Simply that they would attend. It confused me that they hardly seemed to care for their daughter. As we headed to out seats, a young boy and girl, probably around eight years old approached us. "Are you Dan?" the boy asked me.

Yeah I wrote on my board and showed him.

"I'm James and this is Lily, Leyla is our sister." he said and immediately my heart swelled for the two children. "Um, mum and dad are arguing, can we sit with you?" he asked.

I nodded and turned to Phil. "Sure you can." Phil told them and they walked with us to sit down. 

"Amy!" The girl, Lily, called and rushed over to Amy, giving her a huge hug.

"Hey, pipsqueak, how you doing?" Amy asked while hugging her tightly.

"I miss Leyla." Lily said with a pout.

"We all do, Lils, trust me." Amy sighed before picked Lily up and sitting her on her lap. Maryana was sat on Amy's right while Pj was sat on her left. Chris sat on Pj's left and James scooted in between him and Phil while I sat on the end. I looked around the room, just watching the strangers who once knew Leyla. Some of them looked like they had been crying. Others looked rather disinterested. The children and teenagers looked most upset. I guess that's because they were around the same age and pobably would have known her better than if it was a distant relative. But that's just my observation. 

I really didn't want to be here.

*

 We were at the wake at a small local pub. Everyone was pretty quiet. Our little group were sat at a large round table with Lily and James. We were trying to cheer each other up. Chris was cracking jokes and they were funny, so we were laughing. We were all just chatting away like things were normal but there was this atmosphere around all of us that said otherwise. As Chris was telling a particular joke, everyone rushed to shut him up as Lily and James were still present. We were all lauhging at Chris' ignorance when Leyla's parents approached us. However, they didn't acknowledge us, they simply turned to Lily and James. "Come on, you two, we're going home." The mum replied.