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The next few of days passed in a blur. The funeral was on Friday, and the night before I was sitting on my bed practising the song I was going to be singing at the Funeral, There You'll Be – Faith Hill. I was kind of nervous but people usually liked my singing, or at least, they listened to it. My special talent, mom used to call it. I read over the words a few times then decided to get my rest. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and then said night to Charlie, who was staying with me in the spare room. I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes.
"Night Mom, night Dad" I whispered as I curled into a ball and drifted into a dreamless sleep.
I woke the next day and I was calm for a minute or two until I remembered what had happened last Monday and my heart started to ache. Groaning, I got up and started to move around my room. I put on the black dress my Granny had bought for me. It was stylish but still looked appropriate for a funeral. It made my pale skin look paler then usual so I put on some light make up to look more natural. I brushed my long curly brown hair and traced my green eyes with eyeliner.
I went down stairs to make breakfast for myself and Charlie, but he was already there, frying eggs.
"I thought you couldn't cook?" I accused, remembering what my mother had told me from the time spent living in Forks with Charlie. It hurt to think about her.
"I can't" he laughed, it was a dry kind of laugh. "But, I can fry" I laughed with him. It was a strange sound, I hadn't laughed in a while. Charlie served the eggs and I shovelled them into my mouth, they were hot and burned my throat but it felt a little better when I was full.
Charlie didn't talk much as we made our way to the funeral, which was at eleven. It was a small family thing and after there was a reception in the house. I drove my car and parked across the road from the church. My family wasn't very religious and neither was I but we felt it was right to have it in a church.
We walked slowly to the entrance of the church and up the aisle. I started to cry when I saw the coffins and Charlie put an arm around me in an awkward hug. I half smiled and walked up to the coffins, placing one hand on each of them.
"Hey guys" I whispered and smiled. I wanted open caskets so I could see their faces but Granny Ellen told me that Dad wasn't in a good state and that we should keep them closed. I agreed, wanting to keep a healthy looking vision of my father to remember him by. I turned around and took a seat. Charlie followed suit and took a seat on my left.
I was reminiscing about my parents when the funeral started and wasn't paying much attention the priest. I felt bad for not listening but I had remembered what my mom had said, "Edward". That was her dying word, Edward. Who was Edward? I had looked through her phonebook for the funeral and had seen no Edward. Nobody beginning with E was in there except for Granny Ellen.
I was awoken from my reminiscing by Charlie nudging me.
"You have to sing now, honey" he whispered. I nodded and got up from my seat. I walked slowly up to where the priest was standing and then to the microphone. I wiped the tears from my eyes.
"Err, hi" I said nervous for some reason. "For you, who don't know me, I am Carly Lewis, Bella and Henry were my parents. I love them so much and miss them. This is for you guys" I said looking at the coffins. My cousin, Lauren, started to play the piano with my dad's friend Dave on guitar and I began to sing.
When I think back
On these times
And the dreams
We left behind
I'll be glad 'cause
I was blessed to get
To have you in my life
When I look back
On these days
I'll look and see your face
You were right there for me
In my dreams
I'll always see you soar
Above the sky
In my heart
There will always be a place
For you for all my life
I'll keep a part
Of you with me
And everywhere I am
There you'll be
And everywhere I am
There you'll be
Well you showed me
How it feels
To feel the sky
Within my reach
And I always
Will remember all
The strength you
Gave to me
Your love made me
Make it through
Oh, I owe so much to you
You were right there for me
In my dreams
I'll always see you soar
Above the sky
In my heart
There will always be a place
For you for all my life
I'll keep a part
Of you with me
And everywhere I am
There you'll be
And everywhere I am
There you'll be
'Cause I always saw in you
My light, my strength
And I want to thank you
Now for all the ways
You were right there for me
You were right there for me
For always
In my dreams
I'll always see you soar
Above the sky
In my heart
There will always be a place
For you for all my life
I'll keep a part
Of you with me
And everywhere I am
There you'll be
And everywhere I am
There you'll be
There you'll be
I finished the song and silent tears were falling down my cheeks. A few people started to clap and I smiled a small smile. I looked at the coffins again and walked back to my seat, trailing my hand along my mother's coffin. Charlie patted my leg as I sat down, there were red circles under his eyes and his cheeks were shiny and red.
"That was brilliant kid" He smiled at me "Your parents would have been proud, I know I am."
"Thanks Papa" I whispered to him. The funeral ended then. I walked up and said goodbye quietly to my parents. Tears were streaming down my face and I mentally cursed myself for not wearing water proof mascara. I kissed each of the coffins and walked out to my car, not wanting to talk to anybody. The hearses were there waiting. Mum and dad were being cremated and the ashes would be staying with me when I moved in with my aunt, Chloe. I wasn't going to the ceremony. It was one thing to watch my mother die but a whole other thing to be there when both my parents are being cremated.
I drove home slowly, my eyes were blurry because of the tears and I didn't want to crash. A sob broke out of my chest as I thought about a crash, which was how they died.
I parked in my dad's usual spot, which was mine now I suppose, and walked shakily up the steps to the door. I fumbled with the key a little but eventually the door creaked open. I looked around the empty hall. The house was too quite. I didn't like it. I dropped my keys in the bowl and traipsed up stairs to my room to change my outfit for the reception and reapply my makeup. I remembered waterproof mascara this time and put on a black skirt, which I only wore once before, to Granny Renée's funeral and a pale green blouse that brought out my eyes. I put on my mom's necklace that she was wearing on the day of the accident and looked myself over in the mirror. I had my mom's colour hair. I didn't look a lot like dad, but I think I got his ears. He sings too so I guess I inherited that.
I sighed and looked at the alarm clock in my room. It was 12:45. The guests wouldn't be coming until 2:25. What was I supposed to do till then? Not watch TV or go on the computer. I decided to start packing up the house. I wasn't going to be living here much longer. I decided to start on my parent's room. I couldn't get much more upset so I might as well. I put on a CD in my room, loud, and wandered over to my parent's room across the hall. Do it all over again – Sapphire Elia started to play and I opened the door. Immediately tears fell down my face as I breathed in the familiar and warm scent. The bed was unmade and my mom's old sweats were on the floor where she left them. I walked to the bed and inhaled in the smell, scared that it would fade if I didn't, from the covers. It smelled like dad's cologne, mom's perfume, flowers, oranges and paper. The smells shouldn't work together but they did.
I bent down to pick up the sweats and glanced under the bed. There was a wooden box there labelled "stuff from Forks" in my mom's messy hand writing. I dragged it out and it was covered in dust. I blew some of the dust off and saw a lock on it. "Damn" I thought. I stood up and looked around the room.
"If I were a key, where would I be" I muttered to myself, scanning the shelves. I opened the bedside cabinet and there was a little box that I recognized. My mom had always taken it off me when I looked through it when I was younger. I opened it and saw the familiar jungle of stuff. A receipt from a place called La Bella Italia, a class ring from Forks High, some paperclips, a piece of cloth, a sand dollar from the Quileute reservation, a ticket to the cinema from 2006 and at last what I was looking for, a small metal key that looked like it would fit the lock on the box.
I lifted up the box and placed it on the bed. I placed the key in the lock and heard a feint "click" which told me that I had the right key. I glanced at my watch 13:04. I still had lots of time. I swung the lid open on the old box and found a bunch of dusty old stuff. I looked through it and found nothing special. Some old CD's by somebody called Debussy, a messed up car stereo, a Forks High Yearbook, some old papers and some books. I sifted through the pile of books. They were mostly school books and some oldies like Jane Austen books and stuff. At the very bottom of the pile was a thick journal. On the front was a sticker that was half peeled off. I rolled it out and gasped at the title of the book.
"Bella Swan's diary, 2005-2006."
I opened the diary and read the first entry.
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