I sat on the wooden bench in the funeral church. I heard crying everywhere. I smelled tears. Very salty tears.
There were people left and right. My family, my friends, and people who I never met. Too much crying. I already wasted my tears before. Can a person waste their tears?
I hated the lighting here. Too bright. Ugly. Why so bright?
One by one, most people stepped up to the front of the funeral church to say their speeches. I’m guessing they wanted to say some things.
She was a bright girl with an amazing future.
Bright girl? Future?
She was loved by all.
Loved by ... all?
She was talented.
Was ... talented?
They probably got bewitched from the bright lights.
I watched as my mom walked up in front of the funeral church.
She had the most amazing smile. She was an inspiration to all of us. Her ... her last words to me were that if she was gone, nobody would care ... I wish I could say something. I wish I could save her and I hate myself for being too late. I ...
I jumped from my seat but quickly sat down.
I guess I am not noticeable. That’s fine.
My mom continued talking, but I couldn’t hear her.
I scanned the people in the church.
The girl was loved by all.
So many people.
Why do I feel guilt?
Do I regret it?
No, I don’t.
Before I knew it, I was following my family up the stairs. I don’t really feel my legs. But, that’s fine.
There was a coffin in front of the room. I wonder how that got there. My other relatives were whispering words towards the coffin. When it was my family’s turn, they put objects into the coffin.
A stuffed dog.
A puffed-up star sticker.
I liked those objects.
We know that you like these objects. Your sister and brother chose them specifically for you.
They were also talking to the coffin. Funny. It wasn’t like the dead body can hear.
What if it was not a dead body? Oh boy, that would make a funny story.
I squeezed myself in between my parents.
We love you.
I stared inside the coffin and screamed, but nobody noticed.
We miss you.
I screamed louder, feeling my heart plummeting. I felt like throwing up.
I wish you knew that before you were gone.
Tears erupted in my eyes as I collapsed on the floor.
The dead body ...
Please continue being strong. Live free and rest in peace.
That dead body was me.
beautiful, but dangerous
I stared at the enormous fire. It danced like a ballerina. So beautiful, but dangerous. I reached out to the fire, feeling its warmth spreading through my body. Suddenly, the fire started decreasing in size.
“I was supposed to protect it,” I murmured, gazing at the beautiful fire that was shrunk in size. Slowly, it disappeared to nothing.
Around me, buildings were burned to darkness, and ash filled the baby blue sky.
I was supposed to protect it.
Victory Will Come
I kneeled on the cold damp floor of a tunnel, holding my best friend in my lap. Her silky hands were clutching her bleeding side. My shaky hand cradled her head as she stared back at me. Her beautiful purple eyes looked frightened to death. I started feeding her some magical medicine to help stop the bleeding and pain.
"Just hang in there," I whispered. I could hear my best friend's heavy breathing as blood spread on her clothes like wildfire. She attempted to speak, but it transformed into cries. Tears streamed down her face as I cradled her in my lap. The rusty-colored blood started trickling from her side, dropping on the grey floor.
The drips of blood echoed in the small tunnel. I gazed back at my best friend's eyes. They were so pretty. Too beautiful. I saw her gripping her bleeding side more, wishing to stop the blood.
"Hang in there, my Queen," I repeated, stroking her hair away from her face. "Hang in there. You must. Victory will come."
Her face showed a decrease in agony and suffering.
"The medicine must be working," I whispered, smiling. She nodded quickly, releasing her hands from her side. Her tears stopped. I heard steps walking closer to us.
"Help is coming!" I exclaimed, surprised. My best friend looked back at me with hope.
"My Queen ..." I whispered, staring at her eyes. "I'm so sorry, but I must win this battle." In a swift motion, I pulled out my knife from my pocket and plummeted it into her chest, her beautiful eyes frozen open. I kissed her head.
The victory was ours.