Everyone was silent as a small funeral was held. It was a small funeral, only a few people there as the casket was lowered into the ground and words were said. Nearby, another casket was being lowered into the ground, but no one seemed to mind or care. Everyone stared at the recently buried casket and the nearby headstone.
MORGAN DREE
FRIEND, DAUGHTER, SISTER, HERO
1989 - 2005
The words stared back at everyone mockingly, and nearby stood a stand with her picture. She was grinning from ear to ear, wild brown hair pushed over her shoulder and her grey eyes twinkling against her lightly tanned skin. While her smile shined brightly, it was obvious she was sick in the picture. Her eyes held bags beneath them and her cheeks were gaunt from quick weight loss.
To those who knew her, she was a good person. She never asked for anything and gave the very clothes from her back so that others might be better off. Even in her sickness she tried to take care of others. While she was a caring person, she was also one to not be trifled with. Her temper was something that was hard to press on, but when it broke down, she was not to be messed with. She never resorted to violence, just eerie, calm anger that unnerved those around her.
Those who had known her well said she was something of an angel, and before she had gotten sick, she had plans to donate a kidney to a young girl she hardly knew in town. Everyone thought her brave and when she had gotten sick, most were devastated. When her father realized she had become sick, he had one person in mind to help him.
Carlisle Cullen, of whom, he had met way back when his wife had issues and the help Carlisle had given made his wife able to live for years afterwards and give birth. So when his daughter faced certain death, he knew he needed to see the man. He and his daughter had set out and when Carlisle was found, he welcomed his old friend and his daughter with open arms.
It was a shock to see things go the way they had. A father shooting his own daughter, then taking his own life after realizing she had jumped in the way to save someone. No one knew how to handle the information. Mister Dree had been a kind man, and to hear of him do something so horrible was a shock to everyone that no one wanted to believe it.
But the casket buried beneath the ground and the funeral proved otherwise.
Morgan Dree was dead and her father was dead as well and nothing could change that.
Slowly the visitors left, the day still sunny, spiting the mood around the funeral. As it grew dark, figures appeared before the buried casket holding the body of Morgan Dree.
"How did I not see it?" The smallest of the bunch reached out, brushing her stone cold fingers against the stone of Morgan's grave. "I should have seen something. I could have prevented it…" The small woman shook her head and clenched her hands in her fist, her eyes flicking over to the other mound where Morgan's father lay.
"Alice, do not berate yourself. This needed to happen. She would have died either way, as sad as it is to say. Do not blame yourself for what had happened." The father of the group stepped forward as the small woman shook her head. "No, she shouldn't have died like that! All the times before, I saw her… we were friends and she went out in her sleep, just like she wanted. So why, why did I not see that?" The small woman stood and glared at the grave of Morgan Dree. It lifelessly stared back at her, mocking her existence.
"I… I don't know, Alice, but it has happened and there's nothing we can do." The father of the group pulled the girl into a brief hug as they all left after saying their final goodbyes. In a flash they were gone. In a flash the mound covering Morgan Dree's casket caved in. In a flash the cracking of wood and the movement of dirt was heard. In a flash a scream ripped through the night.