A/N: Was going to save this chapter until tomorrow but seeing as though a little birdie by the pen name of HemioneCullen came and dropped me some *hints* I thought I'd post it tonight...

(Lara's POV)

The coffin was carried out of the church and the first person to follow was Tom with the prison officers, Poppy ran after them until they were outside. We all followed her, to where she was speaking to him.

"I let you stay through the service out of respect for my sister but that's as far as it goes, you need to leave now" She told him

"She's my daughter, I want to say goodbye" Tom argued

"She's your dead daughter and if you'd have had your own way she'd have been dead a lot sooner and I'd have been laying next to her!" Poppy said getting angry

"It should have been you" He said

"Do you not think I wish it was? Because I do. I'd give anything to swap places with her..."

I couldn't help believe that there were hidden actions in that statement not just wishes. I went up behind Poppy.

"I'll sort this, you go to Em" I told her

She reluctantly left and there wasn't a doubt in my mind that she'd have kicked him out of the cemetary if the prison officers hadn't been there. I turned to one of the prison officers...

"Get him out of here please" I said

He nodded and they took Tom back. I followed everyone else to the graveside where Rachel was barely keeping herself together and Poppy had managed to composed herself. Poppy didn't let herself grieve or fall apart she convinced herself she had to stay strong.

She did it for Emily and now she was doing it for Rachel and I don't think she understood that she was still a child and it was okay was her to fall apart. She bottled it up and then she ended up hurting herself because she felt so bad and it normally ended with Poppy being so close to the edge before she accepted any help because she felt she was a burden.

Poppy walked around everyone stood by the grave and gave each of them either a white or a pink rose which they threw onto the top of the coffin when it was in the ground.

(Poppy's POV)

I was the last one to place my rose on the coffin and then everyone went back to our house where there was food and alcohol. I went upstairs with a bottle of vodka and put it on the floor after taking a large swig, I positioned my right wrist in my bedroom door right against the doorframe and then I slammed the door shut, normally it would of made a loud bang as it hit the frame but instead the door met my skin and the sound was silenced.

Pain shot through my arm and for the first time in the last week I felt relief. This way I could feel the pain without landing myself in hospital. I slammed the door again and again and again until I heard footsteps, I looked at my wrist it had a small scrape but no cuts or bruising. I picked up the bottle and closed the door. It was Lara and she came straight over to me.

"How are you doing?" She asked

"I'm keeping it together" I replied

"Poppy, you know if you need to speak to me whether its day or night I'm just a phone call away?"

"I know...I know" I gave her a small smile

"I mean it Poppy, I don't want you going back to that place where you feel hurting yourself is the only option?"

"I'm not don't worry"

"We'll set up another session soon, I'll make sure of it" Lara said

"Okay"

I went back downstairs, I watched Rachel for a minute sat on the sofa tearing herself apart. Then I thought about all the heartache I'd caused her in the past 6 months...Could she take anymore? Would it be better for her if I just sloped off back to my old life? At least now I'd have no one to come home to, so did it really matter if I was found dead in some gutter one day?

She had Adam now to look after her and she had a chance to be happy and have a family of her own...6 months was an awfully long time for me to stay in one place. Em liked it here but without her none of it felt right...I didn't feel right. She'd been a part of my life since I could remember and without her life was just empty...