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Hellos and Goodbyes

I must have fallen asleep after my latest crying stint, because the next thing I knew I was awoken by something tickling my thigh. I looked down and saw that it was my phone vibrating, and noticed I had a new text message. I clicked on the little envelope in the corner and saw that it was from Edward.

Hi

It was short but it made me smile just a little bit anyway. I quickly replied.

Hi

It didn't take Edward very long to reply.

Is it good to be home?

I sighed and decided to be completely honest with him.

Not as good as I thought it would be.

Why, what's wrong?

There was a picture of me and Angela on my nightstand.

Oh Bella, I'm sorry.

Its okay, I put it away. I'll take it out again someday, but right now I just can't handle the reminder.

I understand.

So, how is the hospital?

Super (not). Maggie just came and brought me my dinner. Meat and potatoes covered in brown sludge.

Yummy ;)

Well, at least there is pudding tonight instead of Jell-O.

Figures they break out the good stuff after I leave. Well, don't let your brown sludge get cold, eat up.

Ok, I'll talk to you soon Bella.

Bye Edward.

Bye .

I don't know how he did it, but Edward always had a way of cheering me up. I had a small smile on my face as put down and my phone and picked up the remote for my TV. My positive mood and my smile both vanished when the news came on and Angela's picture was on the screen. I listened as the news anchor gave the details of Angela funeral that would be held the following day.

My parents had never said anything about Angel's funeral to me. I knew they probably thought it would be too much for me to handle right now and, in all honestly, it probably was. But I needed to say goodbye to my best friend properly.

"Dad!" I called, hoping he would hear me all the way downstairs. Hearing the almost immediate rushed footfalls up the stairs gave me my answer.

"Yeah Bells?" my dad said as he popped his head into my room.

"I want to go to Angela's funeral tomorrow," I said, not wasting time.

"Oh, I don't know Bella," he said. "I know you want to say goodbye to your friend, but you just got home from the hospital and I don't want you to overdo it."

"Dad, please. I have to do this," I said as he came over and sat on my bed. My dad studied my face for a silent minute and must have seen how much this meant to me, because he sighed in resignation.

"Alright. But if you get too overwhelmed, you tell me right away," he said.

"I will. I promise," I said.

"Okay," my dad said as he kissed my forehead, "Oh, there is something I need to warn you about."

"What" I asked.

"Your mom is downstairs making soup."

"So?" I asked, not getting what the problem was. Even my culinary-challenged mother could make a simple can of soup.

"From scratch," my dad added.

"Oh God," I said with a look of horror on my face, "What kind?"

"I don't know, but it's green," my dad said as he tried and failed to hide his disgust.

"Is it supposed to be?" I asked. His eyes rolled upwards as his shoulders shrugged with obvious uncertainty. "Please don't make me eat it," I begged, already knowing it was useless.

"Bella, I'm sure it's fine. You know it would break her heart if you didn't," my dad said, but I could tell he felt bad for me. I was about to say something else when I heard my mom ascending the stairs. My dad and I both froze and he grabbed my good hand in what I assumed was a sign of support.

"Bella honey, I made you some soup," my mom said as she breezed into the room.

"Mom, you really shouldn't have," I said as my dad snorted and tried to cover it up with a fake cough.

"Nonsense. It's the least I could do," she said as she set the bowl in my lap. I hesitantly picked up the spoon and took a small sip of the green chunky liquid.

"Yum," I said as I tried to hide my disgust. My acting must have improved, because my mom smiled happily before giving my hair a little fluff and leaving the room. As soon as she left I spit what left in mouth back into the bowl.

"How bad was it?" my dad asked quietly.

"Bad. Very, very bad," I replied, "It tastes like vomit."

"Well, that's fitting since that's what it looks like," my dad said. "I'll dump it in the bathroom and try to sneak you something else to eat later."

"Thank you," I replied gratefully.

"You're welcome," he replied, "Now get some rest." My dad picked up the bowl and left the room. As soon as he was gone I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. When I woke a few hours later I found a sandwich sitting on my nightstand. I silently thanked my dad before gobbling it up and falling back to sleep.

My dad must have told my mom about me wanting to attend Angela's funeral, because she woke me up the next morning to help me dress. She helped me bathe and wash my hair before helping me slip into a simple black dress. Once I was dressed my dad helped me into the car and the three of us were on our way.

The funeral was being held at the church where Angela's father was a minister. It didn't take us long to get there, and when we did my dad helped me out of the car. As we walked into the church I couldn't help but notice how everyone was staring at me. I kept my head down and let my parents guide me to a pew.

Once we were seated I looked up. I saw Angela's parents and her younger twin brothers sitting in the front. Angela's mom met my gaze and gave me a small, watery smile. I tried to smile back as my own eyes filled with tears, but was unsuccessful.

Somber music filled the air and I turned around and watched as the casket was brought in. My mom wrapped her arm around my shoulder and I let the tears fall as they were wont to do. Once the minister started talking I scanned the room to see who else had come. I saw Ben with his family, many of my other classmates and teachers, and Alice Cullen and her mom. Luckily, Tyler and Eric were not there. I didn't think anyone would have been able to handle seeing them today. If it wasn't for them we wouldn't even be here saying good bye to such an amazing person.

Once the minister finished, Angela's dad came up and gave the eulogy. It was beautiful; he talked about how wonderful Angela was and what a good person she was, how we were all blessed to have known her. By the time he was done I was a mess, and I knew I would last much longer. Thankfully a few minutes later it was time to leave to go to the cemetery.

"Can you handle this, Bella?" my mom asked once we were in the car.

"Yes," I replied, but I didn't know if that was actually the truth. The drive was short, and once we arrived my parents walked on either side of me as we made our way to the gravesite. The minister once again said a few words, and then Angela's mom handed out roses for us to place on the coffin. When she got to me she gave me a brief, gentle hug.

At that point I was barely hanging on. I walked to the coffin and placed my rose on it.

"Goodbye Angela," I whispered as tears fell steadily and I began to shake. My dad picked up on my distress and began leading me back to the car and away from my best friend.

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