Claire's Funeral

Whilst writing this, I listened to Avril Lavigne-Slipped away/I Miss you and Avril Lavigne-Remember When which helped me write a lot of this so when you read this you should listen to them songs, it might set the scene for you :)

Shanes POV

I stared at myself in the mirror. I didnt reconise the person staring back. Just a blank face with no expression. Ive been seeing this person a lot lately. Lately being since Claire died. Since I came home with Michael to find her dead on the floor. The way her eyes were still open, the way they looked distant still haunted my dreams. The way Michael gently closed her eyes for her. The way Eve's cries were all I could hear. Everything from that day still haunted me.

I sometimes feel like she's with me, I feel like she is standing with me every second of every day. Sometimes I wish I could live in my mind because thats where Claire exists, in my mind and my heart.

As I examined myself in the mirror I felt even more depressed. Wearing a black tuxedo, my hair combed back the way Claire liked it. Today is the day of her funeral, the day Ive been dreading the most. Claire would hate this, if she were still here. She would hate all the attention on her. That made me smile. Thinking of how Claire would react when everyone is giving speaches about her. She blushes when people sang happy birthday to her, I can only image what she would be like if she saw what was going to happen today.

I didnt feel like Shane anymore. I felt like a low life with nobody to turn to. Without Claire, Im nothing. I feel like my life has no purpose anymore. I lived for Claire, she was the one thing that got me up in the morning. The one thing I looked forward to when I got home from work. Now thats all gone and I have nothing. Not even Michael or Eve could make this better.

I heard my bedroom door slowly creek open which knocked me out of my thoughts. I pulled my eyesite away from the mirror and looked at the doorway. Michael was stood there in a black tuxedo with his hands dangling freely by his sides.

'Its time' He said in a slow, deep voice. He looked at me with guilt and sadness. Thats how everybody looked at me nowadays. Im basically the guy that Morganville knows as 'That dead chicks boyfriend.'

I noded to Michael and looked back to the mirror. I gave a threatening glare to the man standing in the mirror and walked out of the bedroom door. I watched Michael walk down the stairs before I slowly opened Claire's bedroom door.

Just how she left it, her room was clean and neat. Her bed was made, her books were piled up on the counter and her small hoodie hang on the back of her chair. I walked over to her chair and pulled the hoodie into my arms. Pulling the small material to my nose I inhaled her beautiful scent. I just wanted to curl up on her bed and hug it close to me. That would feel like she was with me, feel like its her Im holding close.

I neatly put the hoodie back on the back of her chair and walked towards the door. Before I opened the door I turned around and took in my suroundings of Claires room.

'I love you, so much.' I say before opening her door and shutting it softly.

At The Funeral.
Eves POV

People were piling into the church and taking their seats. A lot of people had turned up to give their respects, even people that didnt really like Claire came. Take Oliver, for instance. He, for some reason hated Claire but he walked up to me with sorrow in his expression. He was wearing a black tuxedo, like most of the people here. But I for one did not expect Oliver to be wearing a tuxedo.

'Eve' He nods as he walks over to me. I was sat by myself, waiting for Claire's funeral to begin. Michael and Shane were carrying her coffin, along with some others.

'I know I wasnt one to be fond of little Claire but I am deeply sorry for your loss' Oliver says. He takes me hand and kisses it. I was a little creeped out at first but I took it as a kind gesture.
'Thank you' I managed to say. I didnt want to go all cry baby on Oliver but I felt tears streaming down my face uncontrolably.

I couldnt help but cry when I thought of Claire, my best friend. She was a true friend, like a little sister to me. The amount of pain was discusting the day we found Claire's lifeless body at the Glass House. I cried every night since that day, so did Shane. Michael did too but he cried silently. He wanted to act strong for me and Shane but I could see it was hard for him as much as it was for him. Claire was like his little sister, too.

I sat down on the front near where Claires coffin was going to be placed and waiting for the funeral to start. Amelie sat next to me. She was wearing black, which was a strange sight. She never wore black, ever.

'Hello, child.' She said. I hated it when she called me that but it reminded me of Claire. Whenever Amelie called me and Claire 'children' we used to always laugh about it once she had gone. It sounds terrible but its just one of the many amazing memories me and Claire shared.

I just wanted to jump into Amelie's lap and cry on her shoulder as she rocks me from side to side whispering soothing noices in my ear. But this was Amelie, the founder of Morganville. She would probably kill me if I did that.

'This is a terrible day for us all.' Amelie said. 'I can't imagine how you are feeling right now, my dear. But I know how I am feeling. I have never felt this much pain since the day Sam died. That must been Claire meant something to me. And she did, she meant a lot to me.' Amelie started talking to herself more than to me.

I took a deep breathe and took her hand in mine. A very dangerous move and I regretted it straight away. But to my suprise, Amelie softly squeazed my hand and gave me a warm smile.

I was lost for a few moments, thinking about Claire. Thinking about how much things are going to change without her. If Claire didnt come to us that day, looking for a place to stay then me, Shane and Michael would probably be dead. Claire has given us all so much generousity and she has sacrifised so many things I couldnt thank her enough. I just wished I thanked her sooner, before all of this happened. Before everything went so wrong.

Soft music filled the room which made my thoughts swim out of my mind. I looked around and the room was full. Everyone stood, including me and Amelie and in came Shane, Michael, Myrnin, Claire's dad, Richard Morrel and Oliver all carrying Claires small, delicate coffin.

Im going to do the rest of this in the next chapter which will make this a two-shot so please review and tell me if I should continue tomorrow :) Sorry its depressing haha xxx