Since that day it has been 4 months…4 long unfortunate months. And I was dead, and this was the arrangement of my funeral today.
No real burial took place. I was in a coffin, no one around. No one caring I was dead. The coffin lied next to a hole, not even inside of the hole. It was a sad sight. They kept my body in a chamber for a long time examining it after I had passed. After the demon thing being let out I was being talked about more than when I was alive. I don't know whether to be happy or depressed…not that it really matters anymore.
An all too familiar face walked up to me, followed along by another familiar group of people. All of them dressed in either black suits or dresses. I guess I did have funeral…somewhat of one anyway.
"Wow…She's really dead…" He stared in shock and awe at the coffin. "No she's alive!" A depressing look came upon the first guys face. "She's dead, she's been dead. So what! It's like SHE actually cared about US anyway. What does it matter if she's alive or dead?!" Everyone looked up at him, that he had the guts to just say that. She walked up to him, "You're an ass." She poked him in the chest. "Ok so she changed! But still she WAS our friend so just at least shut the fuck up!" Everyone turned to her, "Wow…You really cared about her didn't you." She bit her bottom lip, "No…no I didn't." Memories filled her head at that moment. She stared at the coffin, "She's gone. It doesn't mean anything anymore." A single tear dripped down her cheek, "Nothing matters anymore." She ran off to the back of the cemetery and sat down on the nearest bench she found. She looked down then back up…something caught her eye.
There was a dark figure behind the tree about 10 feet away. She sat up trying to see if she could see it a little better, but it was too far. She turned and looked back down, "I killed you. I actually killed you. I killed one of my best friends…" She bursted out crying. The figure came closer into her sight. She looked up at it and it came closer, "Emily?!" He came up to her. "There you are. I've been running around this whole place looking for you." She pushed him away. He came closer and held her in his arms, her head buried in his chest. "She's dead…gone. There's nothing you can do." She screamed. He then stroked her head with his hand. She calmed down a bit, "Michael I want her back. She was the only one I really could talk to. And now I was supposed to keep her alive and she's dead. She's dead Michael! Fucking gone! The person who saved my life, who could cheer my up anytime, who was always there when I needed her is dead!" She was yelling at him, like it was his fault…when it was actually her's. "Michael, I didn't want to kill her. I didn't know it was her, and she would've killed us…" Again the tears came. Even his hands shook remembering the moment. He looked to the side and saw a girl crying at a tombstone close by. He blinked and saw Shannon Levy. He blinked again and saw the girl he first saw. A tear fell from his face, "She's haunting us." Emily looked up at him with eyes of sadness. She got up and walked behind the tree where he couldn't see her…and he had no intentions of following her at that moment.
She looked down with eyes watery and a heavy heart. She saw a shadow and looked up…but saw nothing. Her lip quivered, and her teeth sank into them as a way to try and take away the pressure she had. She put her hands to the back of her neck and put her face down by her stomach, crouched down. Her eyeliner streaked down her face. Just then someone tapped her on the shoulder, and she immediately turned around. "Andrew! What the fuck?! Don't scare me like that!" He sat down next to her, "Are you alright?" She looked back up into his eyes with eyeliner still dripping down her cheek, "Does it look like I'm okay?" He looked down at the grass ignoring the question. Everyone was a little off that day. I guess they were still unsure whether to be sad or happy after everything that happened.
Emily got up and walked back to where the group was, followed by both Andrew and Michael. Michael kept a small distance from Andrew. Even though they were the best of friends they had their own thoughts about the death. He took slow steps, "God damn it." He tried to talk low so Aj couldn't hear him. "Even though she could be an ass sometimes…she was still my friend…" He wiped a tear from his face.
Andrew kept his head up, walking in a straight line, standing up straight as well. I guess he wanted people to think he was okay, when in reality this had shaken him up a good amount. His left hand spazzed out a bit, but he stopped it.
Through every person's mind at that funeral came the same thought at that moment, the same flashback. The flashback of the failed assassination of them, and the murder of myself. The all too familiar screams, movements, feelings, and pain. The same memory running through everyone's head. And no matter how many times I repeat it, it was all too real and all too true at that moment. They all violently became shocked back into reality, or lack there of.
A black room, nothing but black. They looked up, down, and all around at the room. There was an eerie fog that came creeping up towards them, and they all looked down at it covering their feet. Then there was a crash, and they all simultaneously looked back up…and they looked back up at an all too familiar sight.