1. Chapter 1: The Funeral
I sit in one if those metal chairs. The ones no one likes. My mother say beside me, crying, her hand in mine. The body was being brought in and I could feel my mom shake with renewed sobs. I keep trying to hide my emotions, to stay strong, for my mom and for my dead sister. The word hurts to even think of. He man started speaking. He was a tall man with a trench coat.
I am wearing white jeans, white shoes, and a white shirt. My mother absolutely hates black, so she wouldn't let anyone wear it. She wore gold at her wedding and she is wearing white at a funeral. Strange, isn't she? I could feel the tears come up, and I knew I had to get away, for a minute at least.
"I'll be right back." I whispered to my mother. She didn't even acknowledge me. No one noticed me. I felt like a ghost. When I got out I took several deep breathes.
"Kimberly? Are you coming back in?" A voice whispered at my side. I knew the voice, yet I couldn't help but go stiff. A hand came onto my shoulder an I twisted away. I couldn't help it, and no one blamed me. My sister just died. I should be jumpy, especially since I was the one who found her. I was driving up to Jerome one day for a visit and saw her body hanging from the ceiling by her toe.