The Suicide Girl [Completed]

Chapter 43: His Honorable Funeral

"I don't think he'll make it."

"What? What's wrong?"

"First off, his heartbeat still hasn't made any progress. I'm afraid that the wounds aren't getting any better either. Just as well, he can't come in contact with his self conscious brain anymore. As of now, he doesn't have any chance of living."

"Oh no... But isn't there anything else we could do?"

"Unfortunately, we tried all we could. But to no avail."

I looked up at Doctor Hansen. We had finished our visiting hours, and I sat in his office with Miss Tanner at my side. They still had to discuss things, and I was told to not listen. But, I could read their lips. To find out Tristan wasn't going to make it... my heart felt like dropping.

"Doctor Hansen..?" I called quietly. The two adults turned to look at me, and I whispered, "Why is it that I'm alive?"

Doctor Hansen put his hands on his desk. Behind his glasses, he calmly looked at me. "Due to the Atlas Bomb being powered by your attributes, when it was set off, those attributes were sucked back in you. This healed you mentally, but the explosion itself still had an effect on your physical body. Although it wasn't as much as it should have been, because they were your attributes, they could barely hurt you. Do you understand a little?" I nodded. He then added, "In addition to this, Tristan's condition is also due to your attributes being too powerful for him to survive. So in technicality—"

"—it's my fault he's dying."

I had finished his sentence. He was about to protest that it wasn't what he intended to say, but the look on my face made him pause. Miss Tanner and Doctor Hansen both remained solemnly silent. My hands balled into fists and the tears pricking in my eyes didn't seem to fall. I should've just told him to go home. I could've handled it myself. I stood up and turned to the door. It's all my fault. There's no one else to blame.

"Cheryl—"

I shut out the voice by slamming the door, speeding towards the elevator.

I should've gone to hell when I had the chance.

~~~ A Month Later ~~~

"Cheryl.." Miss Tanner whispered. She knocked lightly on the door.

One month. Two weeks since his death. And today was the day the funeral would be held. All of my tears had been cried out. I had been moved into the guest room of Tristan's house. The doctors suggested I live with Miss Tanner because being alone wouldn't make my recovery any easier. I was on the bed, my eyes staring holes into the floor. I looked up at Miss Tanner, and a solemn look rested on her face. Today is the last day I get to see him. No. Scratch that. I probably won't even be able to see him. His body might already be in the coffin by the time I decide to go. I reluctantly stood up.

"I know.." I muttered, and Miss Tanner quietly left to get ready.

I opened the new closet I had and looked at my clothes. Crap. Most of them are white. I reluctantly grabbed a black dress from out of the three I had and took hold of a pair of leggings. I locked the door to the room and changed into the clothes. The dress had hung down to the floor, thought I didn't mind. I pulled on a black cardigan to match the two. Might as well wear heeled shoes; it's going to rain today. I grabbed a pair of black boots with wedges from the shoes Miss Tanner had given me and sat on my bed, slipping into them. I walked out of my room and strolled down the hall to the bathroom.

Miss Tanner was inside, putting on a black sun hat. She gave me a small yet sad smile and helped me sit down on the toilet seat. "Let's put some makeup on you for this one occasion, alright..?