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Chapter 2 part 3
I lay in bed small tears rolling down my cheeks. I hate fighting with Brianna shes the only one that understands me and im the only one that gets her. Today is circled and marked with black letters in sharpie "Brianna's Funeral" I mummble I jump at the loud bang at the door and her Dr. Smith on the other side "Annebelle? are you still sleeping? get up we're going to be late" She yells. I get up and walk to the closet taking out a short black dress that stops alittle higher then my knees. I leave my hair down not wanting to look like serly temple from curling it. Everyone is ready downstairs Dr. Smith is putting onher silver watch and Vincent is talking on his phone with his fake girlfriend, but the lawyer isnt. "Wheres-" " he deicded not to go" Vincent says already knowing my question. good ridience I think walking towards the limo. I hold a small black box in my lap on the way to the cementary as well as two circle flowers one for Brianna and the other for Alexander. I look out the window and see half our class standing around the grave everyone turns silent once im there, I dont blame them I mean I was there when it happened i told her not to go, she told me not to leave her but I did. I look at the body her face looks pale, I was always used to seeing the light red in her cheeks. Her eyeslids are colored black from the eyesahdow and eyeliner. Shes wearing a red dress with a black ribbon around the waist her two favorite colors. I wanted to shake her shoulders and yell out OK BRIANNA JOKES OVER WAKE UP!! but then i would just seem crazy and make her mother cry even more.Listening to the preist talk made me more nervous then ever. my mind floated back to the fight I had with Brianna last night I looked aroudn for her but saw nothing except crying faces. When the service was over I waved dr. Smith and vincent off telling them I would be right there I watched as they burried the black coffin and put the tombstone in place I wanted to placed the flower circle myself not trusting her parents. "Brianna....you are my best friend Im sorry I couldnt protect you." Tears more tears I sucked in a deep breath and exhaled "I tried harder then i ever had and you know it" I say clencing the dirt in my hands "You were so stupid! I TRIED TO HELP BUT YOU JUST TOSSED ME ASIDE AS IF I WAS A PEICE OF OLD CLOTHING!" I yelled now gasping for air theres a groaning behind me the shadows make a black dark figure and consume me. I open my eyes only to find myself on a sidewalk at what seems 11 o clock at night the smell of Spray paint and matches being lite fill the air. Ive been here. I have smelled this same smell. This was the night Brianna died.
you choose to ignore me after I tried to hard......
- by xxdino_cupcakexx |
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- | Submitted on 12/27/2010 |
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- Title: The Red violin
- Artist: xxdino_cupcakexx
- Description: Its the day of the funeral Brianna is now going to be placed in the ground for who knows how long Annebelle can only watch and stare at the others who are crying knowing something bad might happen
- Date: 12/27/2010
- Tags: violin
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