Funeral Are Fun
I was released from the hospital later that week, only to find out if I needed a therapist to return when I was in town. James drove me back to the hotel so we could pack our things and go to a short funeral. Since I was Samantha's sister, her mom asked me to give the Eulogy. I wrote it on the way to her funeral. Once we arrived, I checked in the mirror at my still glassy eyes and proceeded to walk to a podium. As I passed by people I could hear them whisper some terrible things, but I chose to ignore it. I fixed the mic, set my paper down and began. "To many she was a royal bitch." A lot of heads snapped straight to me. I continued with what I was saying "Samantha was a very difficult person to handle." I could already feel the tension, eyes of people glaring at me, but I remained true to what I wrote. "Ignorant, stubborn and hateful. She use to always complain to every one of her friends about guy problems and lies." I saw her ex, Brandon, look up at me in shock. "There was no Coney Island. It was a story we came up with when Cody was still around. The REAL story is that we stayed at Cody's with Brendan and Jason to talk about some personal things, but Samantha got out of hand. There were no erotic videos or pictures, just me getting pissed off and my own boyfriend couldn't calm me down." I stopped and glanced at James who didn't think I was with someone before him. I swallowed hard trying not to hear the people calling me a "bad sister" and that I "Should be grateful". "She was still my sister. She watched me break down when Jason killed himself or cancer would have taken him. She watched me every night when I sat on the bridge and talked to nothing while contemplating whether to jump or not. She was there when I told her I had found a new boyfriend." I looked over at James who smiled weakly. I went on memories flashing in my head. "He brought me here to see my sister after what feels like an eternity. She was so happy to see me again, but my visit was cut short when I ended up in a coma 3 months ago." I relived the last moments before the coma and my out of body things. "She's more than a sister. She was a daughter, a fiance, a mother and a friend." I walked off and sat with James, silence filling the air. Within an hour the funeral ended. James and I said our goodbyes and departed. "That was-" "I know, harsh." James nodded and I got in his car. "Can we drive to Florida?" James nodded, got in and drove for a good 9 hours before pulling over to a check in to a hotel.