Too Late

Casey has a dark secret
a secret know one can know
but is it a secret to terrible to keep
or will it just prove to be too much .....


2. Broken


"Casey, come on shhhh" I whisper to her shaking body, her face is wet with tears and her mascara has made black smudges on her cheeks. We sit outside the church under a tree, the cicadas are buzzing, grass is a bright green and the sun is beating down. I might have been having a nice time if I wasn't holding my blubbering girlfriend, at a funeral, in a graveyard. I knew we shouldn't have come, but it was the right thing to do and Case said that she needed to. She had said she needed to see her one last time, she needed to see May. I had cried too but I needed to stay strong for Casey I knew that when that photo flashed up onto the screen she was a goner, they looked so young, cute...... alive. Casey lifts her head up and looks at me, her blue eyes shining with tears, I try to wipe a smudge of mascara out from under her eye but I end up just making it bigger.

"Did you see her" Casey whispers to me, more tears brimming in her eyes

I swallow hard and nod. Mays china white body was far from the bubbly, pretty, kind, excitable girl that frequently came over to me and Casey's place looking for something to do. Tears form in my eyes and silently drip down my cheeks falling onto Casey's arm. "come on we should go" I tug on her arm and she turns back to me again.

"I don't want to go Harry, I don't want to leave her, I cant" She sputters at me desperately "Mays dead!!" she's shouting now "she's gone, my best friend....." She stops herself and put her face in her hands, her body heaving with grief, the dying animal sound comes back and she rocks back and fourth on her knees. I lift her up and place her on my lap, her muscles clenched, I wrap my arms around her to stop the shaking, I rock back and fourth with her and hum a song softly in her ear. Tears stream my face too and I cry like a baby into her hair. We stay like that, crying, hugging, howling, shaking and I kept thinking that Casey would stop but she didn't, she couldn't. She was broken. I just hoped she wasn't so broken that I couldn't fix her. 

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