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Chapter 2 - back to normal

Bella POV

We had walked through the graves that filled the cemetery. Searching for the one that belonged to was too young to have died, it didn't make any sense. Why did god do this to us?

Dad was driving the car with mum by his side in the front. Her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying that she had been doing in the last few days. She had locked herself in her room and prayed to god non stop. This was her first true outing, and it was not going to be a happy one.

Roaslie,Alice,Victoria and I sat in the back in silence, all of us holding hands. It was as if this linked us all together somehow, made us closer to Angela.

Protestors marched outside the gates, spouting some crap about something that was unimportant. Couldn't they just let us bury our sister in peace without having to try and talk us into one of their campaigns.

Dad sighed and looked at Mum's face again, she didn't say a word, she just kept staring out the window like she couldn't see the protestors or see dads worried glance in her direction. He sighed and stepped out of the car straightening his jacket and walking towards the men.

Upon closer look I noticed that their banners read stupid slogans like 'You respect the dead, now respect the living'. Why were they doing this today of all days?

Dad walked to the leader of the group and whispered in his ear. A look of shock passed the mans face and he stepped aside motioning for the others to do the same. Dad touched the mans arm lightly and made his way back to the car trying to smile.

One by one the men stepped aside and lowered their banners. As we drove by in the car I could see them all looking inside with pitiful glances and even heard one say 'He said she was only 13'

The funeral was a long process. People who never even knew Angela were all in attendance and crying like they cared about her. We knew that the only reason they were there was to see the freak show. Try and work out why a normal 13 year old girl would kill herself.

I watched with tears brimming in my eyes as the minister read the words that were spoken at so many other funerals. Watched as my father stood at the stand and read aloud his speech for our lost sister.

It made me angry inside, he talked about god and gods work. Where was god? How was god so kind when he allowed my sister to jump out of her window and fall to her death? There was no way that a kind god would allow something this painful to happen to us. The family that had served him for their whole lives.

I had barely noticed during my musings that my mother had taken my dads place at the stand and was now reading a short poem for her Eulogy. It was called Light of Dawn by James. E Stanley. As she read the words her voice shook with grief.

"I light a candle every day, Hoping the pain will fade away, But with the light of each new dawn, Another day and your still gone."

It was short, sweet and straight to the point. It was about the only good thing about this farce of a funeral.

2 days later

We were all lazing around in our room, sitting with each other and playing music. I lay with my head against Rosalie's shoulder. Alice had her head on our laps and was holing onto Victoria's legs. Since the funeral we hadn't let go of each other.

Mother had went straight to her room afterwards and had yet to come out. Dad had not moved from his seat in the living room and just watched telly all day. Dirty plates lay all over the floor along with clothes, books and glasses of juice.

No one could even think about cleaning it yet. It was too hard to get up in the morning never mind trying to clean and make the place look tidy. The pain that was in my heart was unbearable, it was like someone was clenching it so tightly that I couldn't breath before letting it go for a few seconds. It made me want to curl up into a ball and just stop being alive. I didn't think that it was possible to feel this amount of pain and I knew that I would never get over it.

The tears never stopped rolling down my face day and night. I thought that I would have been all cried out at some point but apparently not.

People try and tell you that the pain you feel will disappear in time and eventually you will start to heal again. I know that it can't be true because I know that the pain I have inside of me will never go. I could live until I am 100 years and it will never be any less painful.

I know that I may move on with my life, grow up and have a family but the ache that is in my soul will always follow me around. Until the day I die

The doorbell rang from downstairs breaking us from our thoughts and we heard our dads feet pad along the carpet to answer it. We hadn't had visitors for such a long time. It was as if no one wanted to come near the house. Like it was cursed or they were afraid of it. We had watched people from our window and noticed how their walking pace always seemed to speed up when they reached our house.

We could hear muffled sounds from downstairs so pressed our ears to the floor to try and hear better.

It was the minister of our church and the one that had conducted Angela's funeral.

"How about we get the missus down here and have a little chat?" Father Michael asked

Dad cleared his throat a few times

"I'm afraid that she isn't really…… isn't really seeing anybody at the moment"

"Well she will see her priest" came the reply. Did this guy not get it.

Dad rambled on about the game that was on for a few minutes before silence fell from downstairs.

It was unclear what was happening downstairs but we knew the second that the footsteps sounded up-the-stairs that Father Michael had decided to come and speak to Mother about Angela.

"Mrs Cullen" his voice called out from the staircase and his shoes creaked as he walked the length of our hallway.

A soft knock sounded on our door

"Come in" I whispered softly. My voice hurt from all the crying that I had been doing

Father Michael head appeared round the door and his face took on a sombre look. What was he looking so sad about? It wasn't him that lost a sister or a daughter. Hell, he hardly had any time for Angela when she was alive. I had even heard him tell another one of his parishioners that she was a troubled child that needed a firm hand to straighten her out.

So why was he feigning sympathy for the sisters and parents of the girl that he didn't really like? Did he expect us to actually care about what he needed to say?

"Look girls, if you ever need to talk to you know where to find me. Okay?" he nodded his head.

Clearly pleased at the days good work he had done today. He closed the door behind him softly and I had a sudden urge to grab a plate or a picture and throw it in anger. Who the hell did he think he was? If we needed to talk about our feelings it certainly wouldn't be with him.

Looking around on the faces of my sisters I could see that they all felt the same.

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