A Chapter by theladygraceling

When the service ends
I feel nothing
but r e l i e f.

For three weeks I had been dreading the funeral.
I couldn't even imagine
watching her getting buried.
It hurt every part of my body
when they did.
But now that it's over.
I just want to go home.

But now people are forming a line,
where her family is standing,
to give them condolences.

People hug them.
People cry.
People sniffle.
People hug them again.
People tell them how sorry they are.

Seeing them
puts a lump in my throat.
It makes it hard to breathe.
it makes it hard to move.

None of them know
how it really feels to be sorry.

They can't possibly know.

I was her best friend.

I watched her die.

Don't I get a line?

© 2014 theladygraceling

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Added on May 9, 2014
Last Updated on May 9, 2014



Hagerstown, MD

I am seventeen years old. I have always loved reading and have recently started writing my own stories. I also enjoy drawing and sculpting, have taken piano and violin lessons for 10+ years, and have .. more..

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A Chapter by theladygraceling