A/N - So I've been having this idea for a long time and thought it was time to put it down in writing. It's a pretty short first chapter and I don't know if it's good or not but if you want me to continue please let me know!
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Chapter I
If I die young, bury me in satin.
Lay me down on a bed of roses.
Sink me in the river at dawn.
Send me away with the words of a love song.
My eyes studied the faces of the people occupying the benches in the church as I sang the first part of the song. Many were crying. Most of them subtle and quietly. What gave them away was when they from time to time would wipe their eyes with the tissues in their hands.
Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother.
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colours.
Oh, and, life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no.
Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby.
The sharp knife of a short life.
Oh well, I've had just enough time.
In every other situation in my life I'd be very indifferent to other peoples feelings and I would rarely show any emotions myself. Almost everyone would refer to me as a bitch. A cold-hearted one. I knew this, but didn't give a damn. It was perfect for my image and also, it kept people away. I don't like people. And I certainly don't need them. The only time I'd open up would be during my performances. However, the song I'm singing right now isn't something I usually sing. It's a little bit too raw for my taste.
If I die young, bury me in satin.
Lay me down on a bed of roses.
Sink me in the river at dawn.
Send me away with the words of a love song.
The sharp knife of a short life.
Oh well, I've had just enough time.
My eyes wandered over the faces of the people in the front row. I was careful not to let my eyes watch anybody for too long. It scared me. But I couldn't help to study the mother of the young man the funeral was for. The mother was crying, but just like most of the other attendants quietly. Maybe even more so than most.
Next my eyes fell to Quinn who was sitting two rows behind the mother. Quinn met my eyes and gave me a small smile. I could see that there were unshed tears in her eyes and I felt the urge look away immediately but I fought it. I needed to show her that I was here for her. I hated seeing her like this. She was my best friend. Well, my only friend really. So I may have lied when I said I didn't need people. I definitely needed her. But other than her, I don't need anybody else. Anyway, she's the only one that has ever put up with my shit. We've known each other for six years now.
And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom.
As green as the ring on my little cold finger.
I've never known the loving of a man.
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand.
There's a boy here in town, says he'll love me forever.
Who would have thought forever could be severed by,
The sharp knife of a short life.
Oh well, I've had just enough time.
I closed my eyes when I saw that the unshed tears in Quinns started to fall. I couldn't see it. I didn't want to. I hated seeing people in general crying. It made me feel very uncomfortable and I never knew what to say or do when people cried. For that reason I avoided those situations at all costs. Of course that makes you wonder why I'm even performing at a funeral. Well, Quinn asked me, or practically begged me, so I couldn't say no. I don't even now the guy that died. The only thing I know is that his name is Finn and that he died way too young. Quinn and he went to High School together and were once a couple. He must have been very liked since the church is packed with people.
So put on your best, boys and I'll wear my pearls.
What I never did is done.
A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar.
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner.
And maybe then you'll hear the words I've been singing.
Funny, when you're dead how people start listen'n.
I opened my eyes again but let them drift to nothing in particular. My gaze stopped at a chandelier with the burning candles in the far back of the church. The slow burning flames of at the top of the candles caught my attention. The thought that a life can just as easily be taken away as someone blowing out one of those candles. I shook the thought as it was just too depressing, and close my eyes again for the next part.
If I die young, bury me in satin.
Lay me down on a bed of roses.
Sink me in the river at dawn'.
Send me away with the words of a love song.
When I open my eyes I scan the church to find Quinn again. I see that she calmed herself a bit which makes me slightly more comfortable. My eyes flicker to the person to the left of her but only for less than a second, as I see that the girls tears are running freely down her cheeks. I can't handle that. But my body has a different opinion though and my eyes fall to the left of Quinn again. My eyes are drawn to hers. She's looking right at me. Her eyes are incredible. The piercing blue colour instantly draws me deeper and my heart skips a beat. It catches me of guard and I almost choke on the lyrics I'm singing. What the hell is happening. I've never choked while performing. Or almost choked I mean. I try to force myself to look away because right now I'm staring. I hold her eyes for what seems like an eternity. Since I can't seem to look away I settle for the next best thing. I close my eyes as the song is soon coming to an end.
The ballad of a dove.
Go with peace and love.
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket.
Save them for a time when you're really gonna need them,
The sharp knife of a short life oh.
Well, I've had just enough time.
So put on your best boys, and I'll wear my pearls.
As I sing the last note I open my eyes and they are right back at the girl with the amazing eyes. The tears are still running down her cheeks. She looks so very sad and it breaks my heart. I just want to take all her pain away and in that moment I realize I'd literally do anything to see her smile. In the next moment I realize what I'm thinking and quickly shake the thought away.
I tear my eyes from hers and slowly make my way to side of the church and sit down. I put my hands in my lap squeezing them together trying to relieve some of the tension I'm feeling. My eyes are drawn to her again. She's now looking at the priest listening to whatever he's saying. I wouldn't know. I haven't really been paying attention to him at all since the ceremony started. Since I haven't been looking at anything else but her eyes I take this opportunity to look at the rest of her. She has beautiful long blonde hair that's hanging loosely down her shoulders. She's wearing, what I'm guessing, is a dress because I can only see the upper part of it. It fits her perfectly. A black scarf is hanging around her neck, upper back and the ends on each side are covering her upper arms. Simply gorgeous. I can't help but feel disappointed that I can't see more though.
The ceremony is getting closer to the end. I know this because the girl next to me is getting up to sing the last song. I think her name is Mercedes.
She starts singing Elton Johns Candle In The Wind, and she definitely pulls it off. While she's singing the people get up from their seats, walks slowly up to the closed casket to say their last goodbyes before
As I listen to the chorus of the song my eyes automatically goes back to the chandelier I was looking at before in the back of the church. I notice that one of the flames have gone out. I can't help but feel a pang of sadness for the guy that is being buried here today. It seems like the candle is representing him and that it burnt out long before it should have.
A/N - So continue or not?