The Time Capsule (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 23

Madden's POV
18 YO, Day of the Funeral

I'm standing in the mirror looking at my reflection. My hair is twisted back in a half up half down style, and I have on a black, short sleeved velvet dress my mom bought me specifically for the occasion.

The funeral, that is. I didn't own anything black before today. It had never been my color, and I never had any reason to wear it before.

But I did on the day we were burying my dead best friend. My best friend who had shot and killed 8 people, and then himself. Right in front of me and Baker.

The sounds of the gun going off and watching them all die hadn't stopped playing in my head. I hardly slept. Hardly ate or drank anything until recently, and I only did that to appease my parents so they'd leave me alone.

I hadn't talked either. To anybody. I had nothing to say. I couldn't even make sense of my own thoughts in my head, much less enough to actually speak them out loud.

I heard my bedroom door creak open and Harry walked in, meeting my eyes in the mirror where I still stood.

He took in my apparel gravely, and I knew he was thinking the same thing I was about me being dressed in black. Neither of us liked it.

"You ready?" He asked.

I just nod. I turn around and grab my handbag off the dresser and walk in his direction. He takes my hand when I'm standing in front of him, and I look into his green eyes. The eyes that have always made me feel safe and loved.

I don't feel any of those things anymore. Just desolate emptiness. Confusion. Depression.

There is no happiness inside of me anymore, and I don't know how to get it back.

Harry had been coming and staying with me each night, holding me in my bed even though we never say a word. Sometimes he will try to talk, but eventually gives up when I don't speak back. I just lay there and stare out the window, praying for abyss to find me.

To take away whatever feeling has settled inside me and grown roots.

Harry leads us downstairs and speaks to my parents as we make our way out of the house. They follow out behind us and climb into their car as we climb into Harry's truck.

He grabs my knee and pulls me into the middle where he can rest his arm on my legs while he changes the gears as he drives.

He says nothing the whole drive to the funeral home, and for that I'm grateful. I have nothing I want to say and really nothing I want to talk about.

I just want today to be over already.

When we get out of the truck, there's a group of protestors standing out on the sidewalk in front of the funeral home. They're holding up signs that say things like "Burn In Hell" "Murderer" and things like that. They're also chanting.

"Fuck you all for coming to this psychopaths funeral!"

"You all should be ashamed for mourning the death of a monster! Our children are dead!" Thats Mary Preston's mom.

There's police cars out there with them, I assume monitoring them and making sure they don't charge inside during the service, but none of them look at all bothered by what is being said about Edge. Most of them are not even paying any attention to the people and just laughing amongst themselves.

Baker and RJ walk up beside us and listen for a minute as well.

"Let's go in. Don't pay them any mind today. Let them grieve their lost ones too." RJ says, and takes my elbow to pull me away from the sidewalk and towards the entrance.