Bella went into the guest hall to see what the shouting was about.

Bella: Mum what's going on?

She Gasped. Her Hands flew over her mouth. This was impossible...

She trembled. She felt her knees struggle to hold her. This couldn't be happening.

FLASH BACK

I held my mothers hand as we walked over to the grassy hill. People turned to face us and look at us. I felt their eyes burn into me, none of them really caring. Jono put a hand on my shoulder as he saw me, his sister, and trembled.

Everyone sat down except us, we stood there over a grave. The grave of my father.

Jono: Stay strong.

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.

I faced him and put my sunglasses over my eyes. Wanting to hide my face.

Minister: We are gathered here today to celebrate the life and morn the death of Ryan Atwood, Bella if you would start.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.

There it was. My name. How i feared it, this was my father funeral. A part of me was gone, and even before i stepped up to the lectern, the white material that was draped off the structure, a tear feel and i knew that no matter what i could not be strong.

"The rich and the poor listen to the voice of death. The learned and the unlearned listen. The proud and the humble listen..." I said as the wind blew my hair into shapes and my mouth barely was able to move. " The honest and deceitful listen; the old and the young listen. But when death speaks to us, what does it say?". Tears pored down made face and i could not speak. I looked at the people staring at me.

In the crowd i saw my Grandmother who looked like she was going to spew, my grandfather held her tight, my brother stood out like and albino, white as anything. There were people from my fathers work. But the one person who stood out the most was wasn't wearing black. He was wearing a yellow wife beater and jeans. I gave a laugh as i saw who it was. It was Achilles. I felt a rush of courage.

I continued.

"It does not say, "Fear me". It does not say, "Wonder at me." It does not say "Understand me". But it says to us: "Think of life; Think of the privilege of life; Think how great a thing life may be made."

I did it. It was over. I gave a whimper and burst out crying. Jonathan, my brother, rushed to my aid holding me and taking me back to my seat.

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears,
They were here first.

Jono got up next and read a poem like mine..

"To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace."

Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah off course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I dont believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.

The minister said his last words and praises. My mother held tightly to the vase, which carried my father's ashes. We helped her up and we walked over to the coffin. We poured some in and laid flowers on top. It was over... my life was over.

You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.

END OF FALSHBACK

Jono walked out too.

" Oh my god... Bella...do you see what i see?"

A tear fell from my face to the floor and i glared at the person " I see it Jono."

" Hey guys... Jonathan... Ciao Bella..."

They looked at him and then at their mother who would not look at them, and finally to Simon who was being held by none other...than their father.

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