New beginings aren't so bad, are they?, chapter 1

I looked down at the coffin, tears flowing down my face. I tried to hold them back, I guess I was just caught up in the moment. I just tried to take it all in, but it just didn't feel real. It felt like a dagger being stabbed multiple time threw my heart, then dragged out and waved in my face. Something I had, and now that it's gone, I can't get it back. All these thoughts over-welmed me, I felt like puking, but this wasn't the time. I couldn't take anymore, I ran out of the funeral home doors, into the heavily pooring rain. It always seems that the weather matched my mood. I'm happy, it's sunny, I'm sad, it's gloomy. I didn't want anyone to fallow me, I wanted to be alone, but sure enough, someone was going to run after me. I ran to a huge oak tree where there was a little stone bench. I sat down, weeping heavier than I have ever cried. The last 4 months we spent together flashed in my mind. I felt a shaky, cold hand on my shoulder. It was my sister. "Billie?", she asked in a very nervous and fragile voice. I didn't reply. "I know how you feel, but we need to finish the ceremony, please come back in. It's not like you're alone." she reasured me. I could hear her sobbing which made me feel worse. I can't take it when my siblings cry. I stood up, then was inbraced in her arms. She was the bets sister I could have, I was happy to still have her. We walked back into the funeral home together. I had calmed down a little. We walked to 2 stray seats and took them. I could see my mom out of the corner of my eye crying. I really wish we could get this over with, it creeped me out to be in the room with my dad, dead.

It finally ended. We walked out to our car and got in. The rain hit the windshield as we drove. I felt drained of tears. But the pain was still there. All I wanted to do was go home, the place I loved the most. "Guys, I have some... news." my mom announced. "Good or bad?" my sister asked. "Well, I consider it good. I have a very stong feeling you guys are going to disagree..."