"May he rest in peace." said the priest.

"May he rest in peace" we all chanted in union.

I stood at the back apart from my family members and their friends. I had tears streaming down my face. I can't believe that I have to go to school after this. Who would be in the right sense of mind? I tore off out of the church. I wasn't sure if anyone was following me. I burst out of the church doors into the rain. It wasn't a heavy storm but enough to soak me within a few meters. I couldn't stand it anymore. Everything was just getting on top of me. Life, school, friends and family. It all seemed to be a burden to me now. I wish Grandpa didn't have to die. The stroke just was too much for him. He understood me like no one else did. We really didn't have a close relationship before a couple of years ago. But, whenever I saw him, it was kind of like seeing the light for the first time in your life. That's how much I depend on him. Or did.

"Sarah! Wait!" I heard someone yell out to me.

I could see my cousin trying to catch up to me. No use really. I didn't want to talk to her right now.

Everyone always picked her side over mine even when the evidence pointed at her.

"I don't want to talk to you Angelica! Go away!"

I poured on the speed to get the hell away from her. I knew I wouldn't be able to outrun her but I just wished for this one time, I could just be by myself instead of being followed everywhere I went. I reached the side of the road and made my way to hail a taxi. Angelica caught my arm and spun me around.

"C'mon, talk to me. You can tell me anything."

"The only thing I can tell you is to fuck off."

I tried to yank my arm out of her grip.

"Now, now. That's no way to talk to you cousin on holy grounds."

"There is only one way to talk to you; not at all."

I pulled my arm free and walked away from my so called family. A taxi had finally stopped and I opened the door and slid in. As I went to close the door, Angelica pulled on the frame.

"Just remember cousin, I'll always win over you. We may be related but we have nothing in common."

With that she closed the door and walked back to the church.

"Botanical Cemetery please." I told the cab driver.

"You alright, miss?"

"Yeah. Just family problems. Who doesn't have them right?"

"I know exactly what you mean. I haven't spoken to my family for a decade. We had some fight on Christmas and they kicked me out of home. Families really get on your nerves sometimes eh."

"Yeah."

I took a close look at the driver. He only looked about 25. Kicked out of home at 15. Wow. I looked outside to see people rushing around the streets trying to get out of the rain.

"Here we are Miss. That's 10.50." I forked over the money and entered the gate of the cemetery.

I walked up the path leading to my families section of the cemetery. As I was walking the storm eased up until it was only a slight drizzle. I stopped at the 10th row. I followed the names until I came to 'Danielle Chris'.

"Hey sis. How's it goin'?"

I sat down beside the headstone.

"Guess what I brought."

I rummaged in my bag for the bottle of Vodka.

"Ta da! Cheers to good memories!"

I opened the bottle and took a big gulp.

"I could never understand why you liked this stuff so much. But in honour of the occasion I thought it too be a great choice."

I took another swig and lay down.

"I suppose you'll be seeing Grandpa soon. You'll tell him hi for me yeah? I miss you both."

I put the bottle back to my lips and closed my eyes. I remember the day it all went wrong.