Another flashback people, again from Julia's viewpoint. I hope this helps with you getting to know Julia better. It is starting up from where the last one dropped off. The song is from Panic! At the Disco, called Build God then we will talk. The portion I really want to use is just before the violins then as she is walking to the stones (read it and u'll understand) the violins kick in. Here ya go:

"What are we doing here?" I ask.

"The funeral remember? Its tomorrow I thought you would like to be there. And stay with your family; Bu I have to ask what did you see that night?" John replied

At this point we were heading towards the suburbs. My mind was blank, I felt so lost. Not only did I block that part of the night of the fire out, I never though of my family afterwards. I felt guilty of that, and yet somehow felt like I wasn't ready for the funeral yet.

"Julia?"

"You thought wrong." I said angrily, ignoring his last question completely.

John sighed, I watched the rocky, tree filled land whip by. Soon we approached a sign saying,

Welcome to Salem, Oregon.

As we went through the city, I saw shops that I remember going to as a kid. Looking closer at the town there was a few faces I recognized but I didn't feel welcomed. Everything had changed for me, nothing was the same. It seemed tainted. John let me fume a little longer then stopped at a cheap hotel and said,

"I'm going to go get some rooms, why don't you take a walk?"

Not bothering to say anything, I got out of the truck and left John behind.

Walking down the same roads of when I lived here was weird, like I was outside of a shop looking in, seeing people so happy and wishing for the same.

Nobody said anything to me, and I was half grateful and half wishing someone would It was like no one knew me. Passing a café Matt and I used to go to all the time, I stepped through the familiar doors. It all looked the same, golden walls making it seem warm, tables spread around, the noise of people talking to each other, and the smell of coffee and fresh pastries. So many memories.

"Can I help you ma'am?"

Turning to the counter a young man with black hair and soft brown eyes stood there, smiling at me.

"Um, no just looking for a friend." I lied

Nodding his head at me he turned to help someone behind me, and I left the café. Felling stupid standing there, and looking around for some sense of belonging. Wandering around some more, i eventually came back to the hotel, 3 hours later. The sun was already setting and I felt drained.

Walking int the lobby the clerk smiled at me, but before I could respond John rounded the corner of the main hall.

"Hey, I was wondering what happened to ya."

plastering a fake smile on my face I forced out a laugh while walking to John. He watched e closely and as soon as I was past him I dropped the smile. John walked closely behind me and when we were close to the room he asked,

"Have you thought over my question? What did you see the night of the fire?"

Stopping I took the key he extended to me. Looking him in the face I replied

"I don't know." unlocked my door and walked in leaving him standing in the hall

Flipping the lights on, I laughed out loud, the room had a small bed with brown blankets and the wallpaper covered with flowers. It was like a 70's show room. So not what I was feeling.

Exhausted I threw myself on to the bed, not even bothering to take my shoes off or get under the covers. I just laid there until I fell asleep.

Xxxxx

I woke up to someone knocking at my door. I looked at the alarm clock next to the bed.

"10:30! Damn it!" I yelled leaping out of the bed and running to open the door.

"Are you awake now?" John asked, irritated as soon as I opened the door. Nodding he motioned me to follow him. He handed me a newspaper clipping dated two days ago. It was the obituaries. One was for Matt and one was for Meg, noting for me. In Meg's it didn't even mention my name. I didn't want to go to the funeral knowing she wasn't dead but Matt was gone and I had to be there for him.

As we were walking to the truck he said, "I was hoping you could tell me what happened now, instead of avoiding the subject and that you can go back to your family."

Sucking my lip I opened the truck door and slipped in. I could lie to him I thought, say that a match began all of it. I wouldn't believe it was something supernaural.

He waited for me to speak, I just sat there staring at nothing and made up my mind to say the truth.

"Its blurry."

He grunted for me to go on,turned the engine over and started driving. "I remember going into the house then you picking me up"

We hadn't driven far when he slammed the brakes at my words. Realizing what he had done he continued to drive. But slower this time.

"A week I waited." he mumbled, "I knew it was to long."

The rest of the drive to the cemetery was silent, and in my head I contemplated on what to say to my parents. Hey mom, dad, sorry for disappearing for a week, no i"m not dead see John here wanted to know what happened and funny enough I blocked it out. Oh did I everything my aunt told me bout the paranormal is true?

If only I thought; as John pulled the truck to the side of the cemetery road. We clamored out of th truck a mood of gloom about us. John had parked far from the funeral, my guess was so we could slip into the group with out too much of a distraction.

As we stood with the people I again felt that I didn't belong. Looking around everyone was silent except for the occasional sound of sniffing and the vice of the pastor; a steady tone of boredom.

I was standing in the back looking at everyone when I spotted my parents up front, weeping and it tore at my heart. Did they even miss me? I thought. Wanting so much to walk to them and comfort them. John grabbed my shoulder, looking at him he shook his head mouthing wait.

There are no...
raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses,
it's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses,
at the shade of the sheets before all the stains,
and a few more of your least favorite things

Turning back to my parents they stood up and walk to where the pastor stands and say,

Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses,
it's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses,
at the shade of the sheets before all the stains,
And a few more of your least favorite things.

"Megan was a good daughter and Matt was a good friend." I waited for them to continue as they cried for a moment, knowing in my hear what would happen next. "They will be sorely missed."

Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

My throat seized, my world seemed to fall away and shatter. Time seemed to slow for me. Everyone hugged each other, still crying and departed from the two fresh graves. Stumbling forward I sank to my knees fighting the tears. Besides Meg's grave was a small pile of fresh dirt above it an unmarked stone. I couldn't help but think that was my grave.

Standing up angrily I stalked over to John who closed his cellphone. Looking at me sadly he opened his mouth.

"I know what your going to say. Save it. I need to go home to pick up a few things."

Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses,
it's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses,
at the shade of the sheets before all the stains,
And a few more of your least favorite things

Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses,
And the sleeping with the roaches and the taking best guesses,
at the shade of the sheets before all the stains,
And a few more of your least favorite things