Unforgiven

Funeral

(Dominick Eyekon's P.O.V)

I pull my blue, silk blanket over my head as my mum enters my room and switches on my light. I'm not getting up today. I'm not going. If I go, it'll make me feel even worse about leaving her there to die. Tears spring from my eyes as I hurriedly hide my face from my confused and still half asleep mum. Curse early mornings.
"Dominick, get up, there's a clean white button up and black jacket in the laundry, your black trousers are in your dresser!" Mum calls to me. My heart sinks to the depths of my chest. Stephania's funeral is today. My hatred for myself still stands. It slowly kills me. Sometimes when I look at myself, I don't see Dominick Eyekon, I see a boy who let his own best friend die in front of him. I see a cruel and unforgiving sixteen year old. I can't bring myself to tell anyone that I let her die as I walked away. At the time I couldn't find a way to forgive her for attempting to kill me. Now I think I've figured it out. Stephania's family is on the poorer side of life. My guess is she was offered money that would help her family greatly. I'm so sorry...

Crisp air flows through the sea of depression. My parents and Stephania's talk quietly about more positive factors of life. My heart thumps in my chest. Faster. Faster. I feel it tear inside of me, a knife stabbing through it. I clench my teeth and force my eyes shut to send back the tears wishing to escape. A van drives up and opens it's doors revealing a coffin.
"Hey!" One of the men next to the coffin calls. "Could you come for a sec?" He calls sympathetically. I make my way over, my heart breaking with every step I take towards Stephania's coffin. "The girl, she looks at peace in her coffin, would you like to see?" I freeze.
"Can you even do that?!?" I scream.
"I dunno, look do you want to see her or what?"
"Y-yes please," The man unlatches the coffin and shows me Stephania. She wears a black, grey and white dress, her hair flowing beside her. My eyes widen, tears sliding down my cheeks. I take a step away. "Please, close it!!" I beg. The man does as I say and I walk away.

"Dominick," Someone calls. I turn around. I see the tear-stained face of my ten year old sister, Mia. "Why did Steph have to die!?" She screams as she wraps her arms around me. She had to die because I was selfish and cruel. She had to die because I existed.
"I don't know," I choke out.
"I wanted you and her to get married so she could be my sister," WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY?!?! I shove my sister away from me kindly and smile.
"That my dear friend, would never happen," I say, smirking. Mia rolls her eyes and grins.
"But it would be cool," Mia tells me.
"Shut up," I tease. Mia chuckles to herself.
"Of course girlfriend-boyfriend would be fine too,"
"MIA!!"
"Oh fine, ruin my fun,"