SHELBY::
She looked down at her shoes as she waited for her turn. The expression on her face could be read as either an intense anger or a confused sadness. Looking down at her shoes, she sighed.
"Shel?" A voice from behind her inquired. She looked up to find that it was now her turn to say goodbye.
"I'm not blind." She replied in a harsh whisper as she approached the coffin. Her dead friend lay motionless. Fingers were intertwined perfectly. Resting her knees on the kneeler she made a quick sign of the cross. Sighing, she stared at the face.
'Well you've done it now. I thought you knew better. I guess I was wrong. I don't know what to say. Except that you look different. What's the word...at peace maybe? Yea, that's it. So why did you do it, huh? I mean, I guess we've all thought about it. I just never thought it would be you. Of all people. I remember when Peter told us about you, what had happened. I was in shock. My friend was dead. I mean...what do I mean? Your dead. Gone. Forever. So why do I keep thinking your going to jump up and yell "surprise!". I've seen enough dead bodies, and I know that your definitely not alive. But I still can't get that thought out of my head. I guess you died the way you would have wanted to though. You died the way you lived. I just hope that your at peace. See I really did like you. I know that I never really made that clear. I'm sorry. I can't believe I'm going to wake up tomorrow and your not. I can't believe I'm going to be cleaning pots and doing homework while your...somewhere else. Doing something else. I'm not sure if I believe in heaven, but I know that if there is one that's where you are. You deserve to be there more then anybody. I'm going to miss you, my friend. You were my friend, I wish I would have told you.'
She stood and sniffled a bit. She had managed to hold her tears back, and turned back in search of a place to cry.
She looked down at her shoes as she waited for her turn. The expression on her face could be read as either an intense anger or a confused sadness. Looking down at her shoes, she sighed.
"Shel?" A voice from behind her inquired. She looked up to find that it was now her turn to say goodbye.
"I'm not blind." She replied in a harsh whisper as she approached the coffin. Her dead friend lay motionless. Fingers were intertwined perfectly. Resting her knees on the kneeler she made a quick sign of the cross. Sighing, she stared at the face.
'Well you've done it now. I thought you knew better. I guess I was wrong. I don't know what to say. Except that you look different. What's the word...at peace maybe? Yea, that's it. So why did you do it, huh? I mean, I guess we've all thought about it. I just never thought it would be you. Of all people. I remember when Peter told us about you, what had happened. I was in shock. My friend was dead. I mean...what do I mean? Your dead. Gone. Forever. So why do I keep thinking your going to jump up and yell "surprise!". I've seen enough dead bodies, and I know that your definitely not alive. But I still can't get that thought out of my head. I guess you died the way you would have wanted to though. You died the way you lived. I just hope that your at peace. See I really did like you. I know that I never really made that clear. I'm sorry. I can't believe I'm going to wake up tomorrow and your not. I can't believe I'm going to be cleaning pots and doing homework while your...somewhere else. Doing something else. I'm not sure if I believe in heaven, but I know that if there is one that's where you are. You deserve to be there more then anybody. I'm going to miss you, my friend. You were my friend, I wish I would have told you.'
She stood and sniffled a bit. She had managed to hold her tears back, and turned back in search of a place to cry.