1| Lonely
It was a cloudy day, persons wandering around wearing black with long faces. I despise these kinds of situations, this is the third funeral I attend, however, this one is the most hurtful of all. My best friend, my family, my everything, my grandpa. All of my family knew this day would come one day or another and they all said goodbye but not me.
The very last time I saw him, I felt shivers going down my spine. He was in a wood box, wearing a tux, moveless, not a single word. The coffin was dark stained cherry, perfectly polished. It had a cushioned and silky lining.
The man that was inside the coffin was my grandfather, my best friend, the person that supported me the best, the person that saw good in me, that person was inside the coffin moveless. All of my family knew this day would come one day or another, not only that they all said goodbye but not me.
I feel warm tears falling down my cheeks, my cousin wrapping her arm around my shoulders. I’m hugging my cousin so hard that she has to rub my back for me to calm down. I felt so lonely, regardless of my relatives being there to support me. They could not give me the only thing that I was missing: my ¨Grandpa. ¨
“Tessa, it’s time to go,” my mom muttered. She was leading the way to the exit while I was looking down walking on the lawn when someone tapped my right shoulder.
I didn’t go to school for a week, clothes everywhere, food on the floor, dishes around the bed, and wait... is that an apple core? Yeah. My bedroom is a tremendous mess this week.
I’m resting on the right side of my bed where I cleaned so I could lay on it. Each memory that I remember with him was like a punch thrown into my stomach, which hurt every time a memory passed over my head, which made me burst up into tears, wanting to scream in pain.
Hours passed by without me noticing until I heard a soft knock on my door.
¨Tessa, sweetie. Grandma came to see you¨ Mom said outside the door. With no hesitating, I reply, “Go away! I don’t want to see anybody.¨ Listening to her footsteps fades away in the hallways.
One hour later, I see a tiny hand on my door. I pretended to be asleep.
¨Tess....? ¨ Iker whispered in a high, low voice. I immediately stood up, tense, and looked at him, ¨Hey little Demon¨ I faked a smile that hurt me even more. Having to lie to my little brother was something I didn’t like.
I could tell he was crying just by looking at his face. Our grandpa’s death affected us more than we could have ever imagined. “C’mere,” I said to him. Opening my arms he came running to hug me. “Are you okay, Tess?” Iker questioned me. I was not okay. I’m supposed to ask those kinds of questions to Iker, yet he is the one taking care of me. I did not want him to see me all pessimistic, I have to be strong for him and that’s what I’m going to do. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, making him smirk.
“Can I sleep next to you, Tess?” He asked shyly. I knew he didn’t want to be alone by himself. I will never leave him alone. “Of course, my little Demon,” I said with a big grin on my face, an authentic one. “Let’s get a good sleep!” I said to him..
