Chapter 22: Mourning

Emmett's POV

I shuffled through Dublin airport, following Rosie.

"I really don't wanna leave yet." I murmured.

"Me either Honey."

I grabbed onto her hand, as we walked behind Edward and Bella.

I was thankful we got to visit the Irish coven, and we got to go to a 300-year-old castle, but I wanted to stay longer than just a week.

I sighed.

I had gotten over my friend Sarah dying. Well, not gotten over exactly, but I knew that she was in a happier place now.

Carlisle is religious, and he was telling me about how she would be really happy in Heaven, and I believed him.

I perked up a bit at the thought that I'd be going home, to comforting, green, Forks, Washington.

I grabbed Rosie's hand harder, and the announcer said we had to board our plane over the loud speaker.

I was carrying Georgia in her cage in the other hand.

We all walked to the front desk, and flashed our plane tickets.

"Have a nice flight.," the grinning flight attendant said.

We walked down the long shoot, and into the plane.

It was buzzing with people, I could hardly move.

"You can sit with me this time Baby." Rosie whispered, once she put our stuff in the overhead locker.

I nodded, but felt sorry for Dad who I was meant to sit with. Esme was sitting with him this time, so I was sitting between Al and Rosie. Not that I minded, for I was gonna need some comforting. I could feel the water works coming soon. . .

I took Georgia out of her cage, and put her on my seat. I handed the cage to Rosie. She put it in the overhead locker for me.

I lifted Georgia off my seat, so I could sit down. I laughed when she refused.

"Georgie. . .I have to sit down." I said, and moved the tiny puppy onto my lap.

I found a comfy spot in my seat, and rested my arms on the rests. I closed my eyes.

I lay, actually dozing off, and then I felt a cold hand on mine.

"Rosie. . ." I groaned, half asleep. "What are you—"

"Shhh Sweetie. . ." It was Esme. "I just wanted to let you know, that if its too sad for you, you don't have to come to the funeral."

I opened my eyes, slowly, and I shook my head. "No, no. She would've wanted me to be there. . .For her."

Esme nodded, and returned to her seat.

"Please fasten your seat belts, and we will begin take off." The pilot announced, as the plane started to move.

I closed my eyes again. I hated this part of flying.

Rosie and Alice were next to me, when I reopened my eyes, with worried looks on their faces.

"I'm ok guys." I murmured. "Really."

They both narrowed their eyes, and placed each of their hands on mine. I smiled.

I felt the plane leave the ground, and I tried to peer out of Dad and Mom's window, at my last look at Ireland.

Rosalie's POV

Emmett seemed disturbed, I could tell.

I stared at him, and exchanged worried looks with Alice.

"I'm ok Guys," he murmured. "Really."

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously, as did Alice. I decided to trust him, although, I knew he'd be sobbing soon enough.

I placed my hand on his. He smiled at both of us.

He wasn't very good at hiding his sorrow, that's for sure. Although he tried to force a smile and seem to be happy, I knew he was hurting, real bad.

"Passengers may now remove their seat belts. Feel free to walk around the cabin," the pilot said over the loud speaker.

I noticed nearly our whole family was looking worriedly at Emmett. Even Nessie and Jacob.

I sighed, and put my head on Emmett's shoulder. Shouldn't I be comforting him? Or was I the one that needed comforting?

I sighed again.

The funeral was tomorrow, and to be honest, I'm not sure Em is ready for it.

I felt my head start to bounce, and assumed, we were just going through some clouds. But when I lifted my head, I realised, the bouncing had been Em sobbing.

Alice was already comforting him, pulling him towards her. I rubbed his back and shoulders, as tears streamed down his face.

The family hovered around us, as the other passengers seemed confused. We all ignored them.

Emmett hid his face into my hair, embarrassed that he was crying again.

"Its ok to cry." I whispered into his ear.

He nodded. "So. . .young. . ." he was whispering. "Such a small. . .coffin."

I nearly started to sob myself when I pictured these things. A child shouldn't have to die. Ever. Especially at 10 years old.

"I should've been there for her, but I w-wasn't. Its all my fault." he whispered.

"No its not." Esme cooed.

"Esme's right Baby." I whispered.

He nodded again. "At least. . .They'll be no sad goodbyes. . .when we leave for. . .Alabama!" he choked out.

"Yeah Honey," I said, and rubbed his hair. "We will come back to Forks you know."

"Yes. I can't wait for that." He said, and wiped his face, only for another tear to roll down his pink cheek.

I kissed his tear away, and he laid his forehead onto mine. Isn't this what couples do?

I didn't care, at this time. I just hated to see him like this. All. . .Broken.

Jasper, Edward and Jacob stood awkwardly around our seats, looking at each other, with a mask of worry and horror.

Nessie and Jake weren't going to come back to America with us. They just felt bad for Em. Who wouldn't?

Emmett broke out in another round of sobs again.

"I don't want you guys to see my cry so much," he murmured. "I look like a coward."

"Its your way to mourn, Em. You're a not a coward. Never ever say that." Nessie whispered, over the purr of the plane engine.

"Mmm. . ." Em murmured, and nuzzled into my neck and hair. I rubbed his back, and Alice and Esme rubbed his shoulder.

"Would you like any nuts?" the flight attendant said, mainly to me.

"I would." Emmett said, and grabbed the packet from the attendant.

He ripped the packet open, and began munching on the peanuts.

"The Funeral is tomorrow isn't it?" I asked.

"Yes," Carlisle sighed. "It's going to be horrible. She was only 10-years-old."

We all agreed, and heard the loud crunching of Emmett eating.

I moved the armrest up, so I could move closer to Em. Now normally Jaz would joke about this, but now wasn't the time to joke.

After the flight. . .

Emmett's POV

I walked off the plane, with Georgia Rose in 1 hand, and Rosie's hand in the other.

It was 10:00 in Washington, and yet, I wasn't tired. Maybe because I have to go to a funeral tomorrow. . .My best friend's funeral.

I sighed as we all walked to the car. We were all walking in a line. Alice linked arms with me, cause I couldn't hold her hand.

I hadn't let go of Rosie all day. The whole plane trip, the walk to the airport, I never let go of her hand.

I climbed into the Mercedes, and sat in between Esme and Rosie.

I stared out the window at the passing shops and trees. It was gonna be a 2 hour drive back to Forks.

The car ride was silent. No-one said a word the whole time, but I liked the silence.

Occasionally someone would began to say something, but stopped.

I started to doze off, and my head dropped then snapped back up when I heard a car horn, or tires screeching.

I was actually quite happy when we got back to the comforting greenery of Forks. . .of home.

We started down the winding driveway, and I was relieved to finally be home.

But this house had reminders. Things I did not wanna remember. Ever.

I sighed, and yawned when Rosie lifted me out of the car. I was way to tired to walk.

Everyone had a hand on me as we all walked through the darkness to the front porch.

I heard the keys jingle loudly, as Dad opened the door. The light switch flicked on, revealing the white room that I loved. I had grew up here.

I felt the wind whistle past my face, as Rosie ran up the stairs. I didn't even bother changing before I climbed into bed, and Rosie tucked me, then turned out the light.

I shut my eyes, and nuzzled into my pillow.

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I felt like I'd been asleep for hours before I had this dream.

I was walking down the street all by myself. I'm pretty sure it was La Push.

I heard talking, and I'm not sure how, because it was coming from a passing car.

There was a car coming from the other way, but it was in the wrong lane.

The other car swerved, then collided with a huge Pine tree. I heard screaming, and blood poured outta the car, towards me. I yelped and jumped back.

I started to scream for help, but it felt like nobody could hear me. No one even turned.

I searched around, and for some reason looked at my hands, They were covered in blood.

My eyes snapped open, and I yelled at the top of my lungs. Before I could even blink, the whole family was in my room, hugging me.

That was sorta odd huh. . .but hoped u liked it. Stil sick. Still feeling bad. Ugh. Reviews make me feel better!

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