Chapter 6

"Mindy wake up!" I yell, shaking her dead body, tears falling down my face. "C'mon you can't be dead! We still have so much more killing to do. The streets are still loaded with Chris's minions. You can't just die like this!"

More tears fall down my face as I hug her limp body closer to my chest.

"God you're such a pussy!" A familiar voice exclaims from behind me. "You seriously think that the Mother Fucker could kill me; ME of all people. I'm disappointed that you would think that of me Dave…" The person clicks her tongue and that's when I realize I'm no longer holding Mindy's body. She's behind me, her arms crossed over her chest, a playful gleam in her eyes.

"Mindy!" I say happily, wiping the tears from my face and wrapping my arms around her small body. "I thought I lost you!" I kiss her but she pushes me away.

"Don't kiss me you prick. I hate you. I'm with Chris now." As the words leave her lips my heart shatters into two. Chris D'Amico comes into view behind her and they start making out.

I pick up a gun from the floor and aim for Chris. My arms shake with anger as I pull the trigger, missing Chris and shooting Mindy instead. Her blood splatters over my body and my anger vanishes.

"You bastard!" Chris yells. "You killed her! This is your entire fault!"

And then it hits me like a blow to the stomach. I killed Mindy, it's all my fault.

It's all my fault, I think to myself as I pick up the black gun that dropped to the floor when I shot her. It's all my fault. It's all my fault. It's all my fault. I bring the gun up to my head. It's all my fault. It's my entire fault. My finger grips the trigger. It's all my fault.

I pull the trigger as the words leave my lips.

"It's all my fault."

I wake up screaming at the top of my lungs, my body drenched in sweat. I sit up and grip my head between my hands as I cry. I've been having a lot of nightmares lately, ever since Mindy's death; they have been occurring more frequently. I mean, I had some when Mindy was still alive, but they've been getting worse. And now that Mindy's dead, she can't hold me in her arms and tell me how everything will be okay. I almost think that my dad will come up and check on me, but he's dead as well. Six feet under, just like Mindy will be.

I go downstairs to the kitchen and get a glass of water. As I take a sip, it hits me; today is Mindy's funeral. A wave of dread flows over me, knowing that I will have to give my speech. Marcus will probably punch me, but I will still go, for Mindy.

At the funeral

Anonymous POV

The rain falls down slowly, making it seem like the sky is crying. The wooden coffin stands next to the podium, decorated in a bouquet made up of hundreds of flowers. A black veil covers my face, making my vision seem darker. A gush of wind hits me, making the hair on my body stand up. My dress is a spaghetti strap that falls to my knees, so of course the rain mixed with the wind chills my skin.

Marcus cries as he finishes his speech, stepping down from the podium. And then it's Dave's turn. My heart beats faster, as I examine his face. Dark rings circle his blue green eyes, showing his lack of sleep. His curly hair is frizzy thanks to the rain and humidity.

"Um, hello," he awkwardly begins in his speech in his dorky voice. "My name is Dave and some of you may already know this but I was Mindy's boyfriend. I held her body in her dying moments and I was the one who killed the man who killed her. But you probably don't want to hear all of the gruesome details of her death like she would. Mindy was unique; one of a kind. And now that she's gone, I feel like a part of me died with her. She was my everything.

"Before she was my girlfriend, she was my best friend. We told each other everything and when one of us was upset, we would comfort each other. She was so very strong and dauntless. When she finally went to school, the bullies would pick on her. I remember how alone she felt and how I never truly understood how she felt because I was never really a victim of bullying. I mean of course I got teased and all that crap but… Anyways, now I know how she feels. I feel so alone without her. She was the most important part of me. And when she died, she stole that part with her.

"When I held her in her final moments, I kept expecting her to wake up and yell at me for crying over her. But when she didn't, it seemed to hurt more. For the first two days after her death, I kept denying that she was dead. I kept telling myself that the phone would ring and it would be her. But now that we're here today, it's finally hit me that she's truly gone and she's not going to come back like I wish. If I could, I would trade places with her. I would rather her live than me. She doesn't deserve this.

"Now I would say that I wrote this poem that I'm about to read, but I am terrible at poetry. So I'm not going to lie. I stole this poem off of Google. So yeah, here's the poem:

"You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.

Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her and only that she's gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes love and go on.

"I love you Mindy McCready."

Tears pour down my face as he finishes his speech and walks off the podium.

(A/N: So yeah, that was the funeral. I did actually get the poem off of Google because I suck at poetry. Anyways, can you guys guess whose POV the second part of this chapter was in? Let me know in a review! See you guy's next chapter!)