Everything Has a Happy Ending

Savannah was just a normal 14 year old girl living in Houston, Texas. But a shooting in her neighborhood one night can change everything. Her parents and older siblings died in the shooting. Her younger 4 year old sister, DJ, was seen taken away that night. Savannah wanted to do anything she could to get her back. She woke up the next morning with and soon becomes a part of a new family, who helps her find DJ. But Savannah thinks that her life has no meaning anymore.


7. Saying Goodbye

***Author's Note

SO I CHANGED THE ENDING. well i kinda added a bit to it. oh and please click the like button on the top :) thanks!

Savannah's POV

I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I was wearing a black dress and a black flat, considering my boot. Yesterday, Eleanor took me shopping to get me some clothes. It was really fun, and helped me cheer up a little. The boys wanted to tag along, but Eleanor didn’t let them. It was just like a girls' day out like I do with Alyssa many times, but instead it was with El.

Tonight was my parent's and Alyssa's prayer service. Eleanor asked if she could fix up my hair, and I agreed, not caring how I looked. I didn't bother putting  any make up on. I didn't even want to go the funeral. I didn't want to get the "I'm so sorry" from the people who's going. I didn't want to see my parents and Alyssa getting buried under the earth forever.

"Savannah?" Niall asked as he softly knocked on the door.


"It's almost time to go." Yes, as nice as they are, the boys, Paul and El were coming to the funeral. I don't know, they've been too nice to me.

"Yeah, I'm almost ready. Be out in a second." I quickly rinsed my face and opened the door. I walked to the TV room where everyone else was ready to go.

"Ready?" Harry asked me and I nodded, making my way to the door.


We got to the church after what seemed like nothing. I get out of the car, and walk slowly to the church. Liam opened the door and I walked it, with my crutches clicking every time it touches the floor. In the front of the church, I could see men moving around the three caskets. I made my way to the restroom and leaned against the wall of the stall.

"Let me go talk to her." I hear Eleanor talk to the boys.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, it's a girl's restroom Louis. You can't go in there."

I giggled at El's comment. I heard footsteps walking in the bathroom.

"Savannah? Is everything alright?"

I unlocked the stall and walked out.

"Yeah. I just don't want to go in there."

She pulled me in for a hug. I expected me to start crying, but I didn't.

"It's going to be okay, Savannah."

I nodded, partially believing that everything is going to be okay. I walked quietly down the aisle, trying to reduce the noise of the crutches. I walked up to the three caskets. I walked up to my dad's coffin. His eyes were closed. He looked like he was sleeping, but his skin was too pale. He was in a suit and his favorite color tie: purple. I kissed his cold forehead. "I love you, daddy." I whispered.

I walked over to my mom's casket. Her hair was down and she was in a purple dress, too. Purple was their kind of thing. It was their inside joke, their little charm. That's how they had their first conversation. Over the color purple. I fixed her hair a little bit, and kissed her cold forehead too. "I love you, mommy."

I took a big breathe before going to the last casket, Alyssa. I looked at Alyssa's lifeless pale body in a pretty blue dress. I leaned against the casket and broke down crying. The crutches dropped to the floor with a loud BANG! I didn't even care. I left them lying there. Alyssa was my everything.  She was the one person I would talk to her about everything. She was literally my diary. I would tell her stuff I wouldn’t tell my mom. She was my best friend.

"No! No!" I kept repeating through my tears. Someone came and put their arm around me but I pushed them away.

"Bring Alyssa back." I didn't even bother to look who it was.

"Sav-" I stopped him.
"Come back Alyssa. Drive your car in the driveway and walk in the door yelling 'Back from college!' Please Alyssa. You can't leave me here. Please. What am I supposed to do without you?"


I looked up to see Ben, Alyssa's boyfriend. They've been together for a few years now, since junior year. They were really, the cutest couple ever. I looked at Ben, who was crying too. He'd just lost Alyssa, too. Ben was a big part in Alyssa's life, and Alyssa was a big part of Ben's life too. Ben hugged me tight.

"It's going to be okay Savannah." I just cried.

Ben put his arm around me and motioned for me to go sit in the pew. I tried to get out of his grip but he was too strong. I wanted to stay next to Alyssa. He walked me over to the first pew and sat me down next to him. I sat down and glued my eyes at the kneeler in front of me. A few minutes later, I felt someone sit on the other side of me.

"Savannah." Mary said softly. I didn't look up. From the corner of my eye I could see people walking in the church and filling up the pew, one by one. It took almost an hour for the whole church to fill up. Many people brought in roses, and Harry and Niall organized them on the alter around the caskets with the help of Kylee's older brother, Kyle. By the time the church was filled up, I had stopped crying. I just couldn't cry anymore. I cried too much the past few days. My eyes were still glued to the kneeler when the priest began the prayer service. My eyes were still glued to the kneeler after, when Zayn asked me kindly if I wanted to say anything. I shook my head. I couldn't go up there in front of everyone and talk. I would just start crying. Kylee's mom went up and started talking about my family. She talked about all the good things about my mom. She was really close to my mom. They were high school best friends, and promised each other to do everything together, because well, that’s what you do when you're that age. They were each other maid of honors, and she was Alyssa's godmother and my mom was Kyle's godmother. That's how Kylee and I became best friends. Mary tagged along in Pre-K when we met at soccer. 

A few more people went up and talked about my parents and Alyssa, and so did Alyssa's best friend, Alaina.

"Would anyone else like to say something?" the priest asked. No one moved or said anything. My eyes finally left the kneeler and I got up.

"Do you need help?" Zayn asked me.

I shook my head. I walked up to the ambo and stared at the white piece of paper sitting on the ambo. After a few seconds, I looked up. The church was quite crowded.

"I-…" I started to speak. "I want to thank all of you for coming and all of your condolences. But especially, I want to think the boys of One Direction, Paul, and Eleanor. I know you might think its silly, but its really not. For the past few days since that night, they've let me stay with them and they helped me out. They took me to and from the hospital the past few days, and they're here with me today. They didn't have to do any of this, since they are on vacation and they've just met me. They've done so much in so little time I don't know how to thank them enough." I forced a little smile. "Thank you."



The next morning, I got out of bed slowly. I didn't want to experience today. I didn't want today to happen. I walked to the bathroom, but heard the water running. I continued to the TV room.

"Hey! How's your leg?" Niall looked from his phone.

"It's been better. I guess I can walk on it now." I shrugged. It didn't hurt as much as it did before. I grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. The news popped up.

"MISSING CHILD - Danielle Johns"

My full attention turned to the TV.

"It's come to my attention that the police are out looking for a four-year-old girl, Danielle Johns, or DJ, whose family was affected by the bombing in the neighborhood a few nights ago." the reporter said.

A picture of DJ popped on the screen.

"If you've seen her, please contact the police. Thank you." the reporter started talking about different things that I didn't even care about. I saw the bathroom free, so I walked in a freshened up a bit. I put on the dress from yesterday and left my hair natural.


We got to the church, and the caskets had previously been closed. The church was half-filled, unlike yesterday. I guess more people go to the prayer services than the actual burial. The priest said Mass, and we headed to the cemetery. I leaned against a tree in the back while the caskets while they put the three caskets under the ground and the tombstones above it.

"Savannah, you want to go to the front?" Kylee and Mary walked up to me asked me.

I shook my head. "No, I'm fine. It's okay."

They nodded and walked over to their parents. When they finished the ceremony and the burial, I got up and walked over to the small crowd. I went around them and walked to the front where I could see the tombstones. I stood next to Louis, whose arm was around Eleanor. I leaned on the crutches, while I stared at the three tombstones, hoping for there to be no more anytime soon.


People started leaving the cemetery one by one. I sat in front of the three tombstones, sitting right above Alyssa's casket. I put my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. The wind was pretty strong, and my hair was blowing across my face. My eyes were stuck at the violet flower standing in the between my mom's and dad's tombstones. I smiled. I took a picture of the flower. Purple is their charm.

"Savannah." I turn around to see Kylee and Mary.


"We're going to leave now." I checked my phone. Wow, time passes fast.

I nodded and hugged both of them. "Thank you guys. You're the best friends ever. I'm serious."

"Text me later?" Mary wiped the tears from her eyes.

I nodded. "Okay. Bye."

I looked around to see that the boys, El, and Paul were the only ones here. I looked back at each of the tombstones.

"Goodbye Mommy. Goodbye Daddy. Goodbye Alyssa. I love you."

I got up and grabbed my crutches off the ground.

"I'm ready to go now."

"You sure? We can stay as long as you want. Don't worry about us." Harry said.

I smiled. Those boys had a heart. "No, it's okay. I'm ready."

We walked across the ceremony to the car. I saw a boy a little taller than me leaning against the tree that I leaned on before. I walked closer to him to see to recognize who it was.


He looked up. "Oh, hey Savannah."

"Hey." I smiled. "What are you still doing here?"

He shrugged. I wanted to talk to you I guess. I'm sorry about your losses."

"Thank you. Oh, sorry about not texting you back. I totally forgot about it and I didn't really feel like texting anyone."

"It's okay. It's no big deal at all. At least your safe."

I smiled. "Thanks."

"What happened to your leg?" he looked at my cast.

"I tripped that night and this was the result. You can sign it if you want, but I don't have a Sharpie or anything."

I looked around the ground, hoping to see a Sharpie, even though I highly doubted it.

"Hey, there's a Sharpie over there." I pointed to a few feet away. Who would bring a Sharpie to a cemetery?

He laughed and picked it up. He kneeled down next to my leg and signed my cast. He got up and handed me the Sharpie.

"Want the Sharpie?"

I shrugged and smiled. "I wouldn't know what to do with it but I'll take it."

He laughed.

His phone vibrated and he checked who it was.

"Sorry, it's my mom. I have to go. Talk to you later?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I'll text you."

"Bye Savannah!" he hugged me before he walked away.

I smiled to myself as I joined the boys.

Before I stepped in the car, I looked back at the tombstones and whispered, "Goodbye." 

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