MMMMMMmmmm hope this doesn't have any mistakes... *finds mistake after I've posted it*
After Shard left with his mom, I returned my gaze to the withered plants on the ground.
'Was that you?'
I got up, taking a deep breath. Maybe Shard and I are both going crazy...? I sighed nosily and started down the sidewalk, toward my house. It would only be a ten minute walk-and it wasn't that hot out. I took off the diner apron and folded it up. I held it in my hand- it covering the letter that was my doom.
I stopped myself from entering my bedroom. On my bed, was a box. I recognized the box. That... Was my fathers box. He had it hidden in his closet, and when I was little, I'd go snooping around and try to open it.
I slowly walked over to the box, -like it was going to explode- and noticed something on top of it. It was a piece of paper. A picture- a heading... From the newspaper.
Local Army Man Dies In Tragic Bomb Accident
I froze. It was from the newspaper- it was dated today- they couldn't put that in there! That's that's- I could feel the pit of sadness and despair and, and, and... I started to shake, especially as I tried to take deep breaths. I continued to read;
"Loving local army man dies in a tragic accident. As a father of three, (Jacob Clay, Eva Clay, and Liam Clay) George Clay was just about to go to see his family,"I could feel my blood run cold, he was coming to visit us? Visit me? Was I- I was the reason for my fathers death... ?
"When a tampered bomb went off. About 7 died and 33 injured..." I stopped reading.
Taped to the back of the newspaper clipping was a letter my mother wrote. "I know you have the letter; I know you hid it from me. I would've figured it out sooner or later. The funeral is tonight- You have to write a speech." And that's when I started to weep.
I didn't try to hide the letter- I just didn't want Liam to know. I was the closest one to dad after all. Why did it matter to them? I could feel my stomach turning into knots, the lump in my throat growing lager, and my lungs itching for air.
His funeral is tonight? I have to write a speech? I couldn't do that- That's... I took in a shuddering breath and knelt down on the floor- my head on the floor with my knees, and my hair covering my face. I weeped and shook and took in shuddering breaths. All of the feelings I have been swallowing down- Forcing them not to be there came tumbling out.
Why me? Why couldn't it have been me instead? What did I do to deserve this? I- I- I...
I fumbled out my phone, punching the carpet in frustration. I needed to talk to someone- Someone that I couldn't hurt with it- I punched the contact into my phone and hit the 'call button'.
"Hello? Who is this?" Shard's voice echoed from the my phones speaker.
I shuddered and tried to say my name through the choking sobs coming from my mouth. "E-E-Ev-a"
"Eva, whats wrong?" Another sob escaped my mouth as I started to hyperventialte.
"I-I..." I took in a shuddering breath I could feel my face crippling, crumbling, like a pastry. "My- M- My..." My voice sounded thin- wisp, like it was about to break.
"Eva, Eva? Are you okay?" I could feel sobs forcing their way up my throat- and thats when I started screaming.
I managed to say one thing for Shard through my screaming. 'The newspaper.' See, my screaming wasn't screaming. It was more loud sobbing and yelling- that was it. I hit the end call button and flung my phone across the room- and let out a deafening scream. It slowly melted into a sob. I was uncontrollable- Yelling, screaming, sobbing, punching the ground. I even crumbled the newspaper and the letter my mother wrote. After a few minutes, I soon came to a calm, soft weeping,-that included hyperventilating- that was muffled by a pillow over my face. I was laying on my floor, my room ruined, my puffy, red nose and eyes, my face stained with tears.
I sat up, and crawled over to my phone. I turned it over- it was on. I looked at it, and I saw... I didn't actually hit the 'end call' button. Shard didn't hang up either. I looked at it, almost tempted to hang up. Instead, I stared at it, and brought it to my mouth; a small sob escaping when I did.
"Funeral's at the park... Starts at 7..." I whispered quietly, my voice felt weak. I then hung up, laying back on the floor, tired. I had a few hours... I could write a... I shuddered. A speech.
My phone vibrated and I looked at it once more. A text from mom.
'Love you,' It read.
And I bursted into tears again.
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