~~~~~~Amberlynn's Pov~~~~~~
This is the second funeral I've been to. The first was my mother's. She had overdosed on heroin. My mom was struggling internally. She drowned her demons in drugs and alcohol. I lost my brother. My mom had a miscarriage. She was so broken up over it. She refused to come out of the room. She didn't eat. She didn't sleep. She just lied there. The only time she'd come out, was to go out and buy more drugs. She overdosed when I was 7. Since then, it's been my dad and I against the world. More now than in the past. But he's gone too. I can't cry though. I'd be crying for the wrong person.
That one guy died in the car. I think his name was Tyresse. The man with the beard, who I recently learned was named Rick, broke the news to Tyresse's sister. She broke down crying. I stood there very uncomfortably. I'd rather be anywhere else right now. My eyes searched for a place to look, other than the scene in front of me. My eyes locked with a young boy, who looked about my age. "Who's is this?" He said as he threw his hand up, gesturing towards me. He sounded pissed. What the hell did I do? The group I met Shiresilt hesitated. They didn't actually know my name. "What's your name?" The boy asked, still sounding like I had done something wrong.
"Winchester" I said without thinking. I don't know why I refused to give the boy my name. I guess I just didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing it.
"Like the brand?" He sounded confused.
"Like the city?" I corrected him in a 'matter of fact' way. "That's where I'm from. You don't need to know anything else." I put my hands on my hips and smirked. His face was priceless. His jaw dropped, but he quickly closed it again. He obviously didn't expect me to be so 'bitchy'.
He crossed his arms and muttered a little, "Whatever." I won. "What is she even doing here?" He asks.
"She was in trouble." The Asian man said.
"Actually," I started. "I wasn't. You guys just asked me weird questions."
"What Glenn means to say, is that she was alone. We couldn't leave her, and we had to get Tyresse out of there." The girl with the sword said. So his name is Glenn.
"So why are you even here then?" The boy from before asked. He was obviously upset about Tyresse, and was taking his anger out on me. I decided to brush it off.
"Carl be nice." Rick warned him. I made a mental note of the boy's name.
"Sorry dad." Carl murmured sheepishly.
"I was hungry." I broke the awkward silence. The group looked at me, obviously confused. I decided to clarify what I meant. "I was hungry. And I figured you had food. So, I followed." They all blinked at me.
It was Carl who decided to speak again. "So you let your stomach control your judgment?" I shrugged.
" I never said I was good at making decisions." My past was evident of that.
So here we are. Having a funeral for Tyresse. The pastor Gabriel was performing the service. The group all introduced themselves properly, unlike me. Sasha went up to the grave and shoveled a pile of dirt on top of it. The service was really uncomfortable. I felt bad that I was the only one not crying. I couldn't. I didn't know the guy. The others seemed nice. Even Carl. He certainly was interesting. I plan to learn more about him. Whether I like it or not, I'm part of this group now. By the way, I'm still hungry...