Esmé‘s POV
I felt I should have been surrounded by darkness, the trees were draped in black, everyone around me was dressed in black and my long black velvet dress rubbed against my legs like a soft black kitten. But it was winter now and a light powdering of snow covered the frozen ground, sparkling in the harsh white sunlight. Frost decorated the windows of the little stone church nearby like frilly sparkling ferns. The trees criss-crossing against the pale blue sky like lace. The bearers entered carrying a dark mahogany casket with a bouquet of white lilies resting on top. Followed by the priest, who took his place in front of the casket and started the eulogy. His droning monotone voice lulling be to a sleepy state. I tried to pay attention as I could to any other speech, but this was meaningless. The priest didn’t actually care about my dad he was just reading what he was told to read then he would leave without understanding anything he had just read, without realizing how much my dad meant to all the people standing in front of him. A tear slid down my cheek as I turned my head to look at everyone standing around me; Aileen and her family, Tommy, Mrs. and Mr. Birmingham, mom, my family, my friends, my neighbors, my teachers including Mr. Caulk my math teacher who gave Aileen the news that I won the scholarship, my dad’s colleagues and friends. They all came here because they love my dad. Another tear. Then I realised how much this must have cost Mrs. Birmingham effort and money wise. I turned to Mrs. Birmingham who was sitting beside me. Her face was streaked with tears. I gave her the biggest hug possible and whispered into the folds of her dress “Thank-you, Thank-you for everything”
<><><>
The priest finished his droning, tears swelling in everyones eyes. Many people went up to say a couple words about my dad, even my mom had gathered up the courage to present her short speech. I choked back the tears as my mom finished. I too had prepared a short speech but I couldn't do it. I knew if I tried it would turn into nothing more than an incomprehensible babbling filled with sobs. My dad was everything to me, and now he was gone, a hole no one will ever be able to fill again.
***
Sorry I said the chapters were going to get bigger but they're actually getting smaller. I apologise, but more chapters are on their way! Vote, comment, fan.

YOU ARE READING
Barely Visible
Teen FictionAn ordinary girl, witness to many tragedies, sent off to a boarding school in England, she loses everyone, she starts to fade away. I look down at my desk, why did they hate me? As if they couldn't see me. My hand twitched, I could feel it on the co...