The church bells ran in the November morning. It was the 26th. That was the only date her parents could get. With no body, the funeral would be short.
The parents came with the sister; who were all in black. The entire family came. Even the ones from across the country.
The friends came too. Each holding a lily, stained with tears. None spoke or looked at one another. They were the witnesses.
The police were there. They wanted to investigate her death, but the parents refused. After all, no body or proof had been found. The police wanted to keep searching. The parents and friends knew though. Knew she was gone.
The school had sent cards. Some had poems in them, some had drawings. Some had dried up tear drops, while some were only made half-heartedly. But they all said the same thing. She shouldn't have gone.
Inside the open coffin was a picture, a lily, and a dragon carved out of wood. No body. No dress. Just those simple three things.
The priest was there. He rambled on about how she was in Heaven. But the friends and the parents knew. Knew she wasn't. Knew she was in a demon's stomach.
Tears shed. Crows cawed from the outside. No one noticed the old spider that was on top of the coffin. The black spider that was slowly and painfully dying.
No one noticed the blonde boy who walked in during the middle of it.
He was dressed in a dark blue suit, with a white undershirt and a black tie. He wore black stockings and black shorts. His eyes had no tears in them.
The mourners just watched as he limped in, leaning now and then against a pew for support.
The priest questioned him. Who are you, he asked, Why are you here?
The blonde boy responded. I'm her friend.
He limped slowly to her coffin and took a single flower out of his pocket. It was a bluebell.
The parents and friends cried more. The police wanted him to say who he was and how he knew her.
The blonde boy just said simple things. Alois Trancy. I'm her friend.
The police didn't believe him. They questioned the blonde boy more. Did you see her before her death, they asked, are you her murderer?
The blonde boy shook his head. She's my friend.
The police didn't believe him. The priest didn't either. The parents and friends did.
The blonde boy put the bluebell next to the lily. She's my friend.
The friends stood up for him. So did the parents. The whole family did.
The police finally let the blonde boy go. He sat with the parents and the friends. Only then did he cry along with everyone else.
She was my friend. She loved me.
The funeral continued. Once it was over, people began to leave.
Not the blonde boy.
He stayed there while the parents and friends began to leave. Never did he stray his eyes from the coffin. Nor the black dying spider.
Once the parents had urged him to come with them, he took the old spider in his hands and crushed what life was left in it.
The spider was gone. The monster was dead. The blonde boy smiled.
May you be in heaven, he said, getting up to leave with the parents, and may I one day join you up there.
So if you guys aren't crying too bad, I have trivia facts and stuff that I think are interesting...
-My mother wrote all the dialogue for Nichole's mom because she said only a mother could write about missing her child
-The epilogue was written 5 different times until I was happy with it.
-Nichole's three friends are really my friends that wanted to be in it.
-Chapter 12 was never intended to be written.
-Alois was very hard to write as, seeing his bipolar disorder makes him very random.
-I started this in November, when I hadn't even watched season 2. By chapter 9 my dvd finally came in the mail.
-This all started from a text I sent Gabby as a joke.
-In my Word document, every time Grell speaks, the font is red.
-I've been THINKING (again thinking) of making a sequel about Alois...
SO THANK YOU EVERYONE! YOU ARE ALL AMAZING! LOVE YOU! HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT! btw: please in your reviews put anything you think I can improve on. :D