Hi guys. How have you been recently? Sorry I haven't updated for a bit but I was busy with stuff. I know that's not very descriptive but o well. Yesterday I have an excuse for I was watching the series finale of M I High. It was epic. Back to the chapter. This is a flashback chapter like 2 and 3. Enjoy!

Chapter 5- Flashback. Stella's P.O.V.

*Flashback*

It was the day of the funeral. I took up most of last night crying. I didn't feel like going anywhere today but I knew that I had to. I spent all of last week making preparations and calling around seeing what I could do. It all felt like a dream. Like it wasn't actually happening and that soon I'd wake up and find everything back to normal.

The sound of the doorbell snapped me back to my senses. I opened the door to see David standing there in a black suit and a grey tie. He had been staying with me for the last two days. It had helped to know someone else felt the same the same way I did. He had been up to the church to see if everything was arranged and ready.

"You ok sis?" he had the worried big brother look on again. I nodded as I closed the door. He sat down as I made my way back to the bathroom. Once I was inside I closed and bolted the door. I told myself that I had to stay together. If not for David, for mum and dad. Dad always said that he didn't like to see me crying.

"Sis you coming out"

"Come out Stella" It was Frank's voice

I went to unlock the door but when I got to the handle I grabbed my hand away. I felt a current on the lock, like it was electrified. Then I spotted it in the corner of my eye. There was a knife sitting on the basin. I walked over to it and took out the blade. I pulled my sleeves up and started to trace the other cuts. They weren't cuts though any more, just scars. I chose one of the cuts and placed the knife on my arm. Then something occurred to me. I had promised Frank that I would stop this. Stop the cutting.

"Sis unlock the door!"

"Stella don't do it! Just unlock the door!" Their voices were urgent now. They knew.

I put the knife back on the basin. After that I took me a second to summon anything that resembled my normal tone of voice.

"I'm coming. Give me a minute."

I managed to unlock the door and I was greeted with the sight of David and Frank. It was the worried face again.

"You haven't have you?" Frank asked

I showed him my arms. Just scars.

"Will you be ok?" It was David this time

"Yeah I'll be fine. Let's go."

We left the flat. I closed the door and put the key in the lock when I remembered that I had left my phone on the table. I waited till the two of them had gone round the corner before I went back inside. I found my phone and headed out. Frank was waiting in the corridor. Once I had locked the door he pulled me into a hug. He started to stroke my hair.

Once we got to the church the coffins were at the front of the church already. I waited till the last minute before going inside. I had never liked churches. It made me feel as if I was being watched but mum always insisted that she wanted to be buried after a church service. There were only a few people in the church. MI9 wanted to give them a big funeral with lots of special and important agents. I wanted to have a service with a few close friends and family that knew my parents well.

The burial took about 10 minutes. After the service people left. They didn't want to watch. By the end it was just me, David and Frank left. We watched as the coffins were lowered into the ground. I felt tears pricking in my eyes. I managed to hold them back but only just.

After everything was finished David had to go back up to Scotland. I didn't want him to go, it was hard enough with him here so how would I feel when he went. I watched him go and Frank went after him. I went to stand by the grave. Suddenly it had become cold. There was a harsh wind blowing. It reminded me of everything that I had felt when I was told. Hurt, disbelief, sorrow, anguish, denial. I felt and arm round my waist and suddenly as it had come the harsh wind disappeared. I turned round and smiled. It was Frank. He kissed my forehead.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah I'll be ok. Has David gone back to Scotland?"

He nodded. I was sad. I thought that he would stay a little longer. Frank could see it in my eyes.

"Come on you've still got me."

"I won't see David for at least 5 years. You're the only person I've got left now."

"I'll always be there for you, you now that?"

"I know."

He kissed me. It seemed to last forever. That was how I wanted to stay.

*End of Flashback*

That's it for this chapter readers. Hope you enjoyed it. Will try to update again tomorrow but stuff might get in the way. Bye.