You will always be beautiful to me </3

Everyone wears black to a funeral. It's traditional I think. Either way, it makes them that much more sad. Especially when it's someone close to you. Clair's mum died of a heart attack last weekend. She hasn't spoken a word since. Andrew was beating himself up. He was at home with Clair when it happened and he and her mum were laughing together, Clairs mum was an actress and when she started to go, he thought he was just acting, he slapped her on the back. The doctors wouldn't say but he was convinced he made it worse and that's what pushed her over the edge, he left the room to go to the bathroom. When he got back, Clair was kneeling beside her and she was gone. Clair hadn't spoken since she found her mum, lifeless on the floor. Andrew thought it was his fault and he was shredding himself for it, literally. That's why he was wearring long sleeves to the funeral. When it was Clairs turn to get up and speak for her mum. Damien went with her. "Clair wrote this for her mum;" He started as she handed him a piece of paper. "Mum was my role model, for everything. Maybe not my pink hair, or my dress sense, but she is definately responsible for my manners and my bedside manner. She taught me everything she was taught when she was growing up. She was supportive of both me and my friends, through everything no matter what. She taught me to keep my opinions and critisisms to myself unless asked to share, she taught me to hold my own and not give in to peer pressure. Mum was the greatest anyone could ask for, and she made me who I am. And now, She will glow in the night and join the stars in her rightful place in heaven" I should probably mention that this was at 8:30 at night, in the dark, outside. Clairs mum was laying on a bed of roses and branches, surrounded by heart shaped stones, carved tirelessly by Damien. Tears were streaming down Clairs face, her make up ruined. "Alice, take her please" I got up and took Clair by the shoulders and held her while Damien walked over to the bonfire thing and started dumping petrol on it. "This is what she wanted. She told me" Clair whispered in my ear and layed her head on my shoulder. Andrew tossed Damien his personal lighter from his seat. Damien flicked in on, jammed it in place and dropped it. Clairs mum went up in flames. She screwed her eyes shut, Damien came over and held her tight, she burried her face in his chest. Andrew, Jake and Amber came out from the audience and we all surrounded the couple. Clairs tiny, beautiful voice resonated through our collective bodies and echoed over the crowd;
Stay young and at the top of our lungs
Our hands are free
Our lives have just begun
 
It's getting dark, we should go back
But what's the use if what you love is what you have?
And I could die right now
For something beautiful to take me somewhere else
 
Oh, I try to calm down
As I drag myself along these severed hands
(Severed hands) Are doing the very best they can
 
I'm gonna buy a cheap bouquet
Before it dies on the display
(Gonna break down)
Break down the better side of me
(The better side of me)
 
Well I know, I know if I die young
Then we can wake up screaming in your bed
And our lungs are begging us to calm down
 
And I scare myself with all that talk of severing
Doing the best or so it seems
(You've been mistaken)
Your finger's on the scale
(Burn like you never have before
Stop, drop and roll don't work in hell)
So what if I forget regret?
So what if I...
So what if I forget regret?
So what if I...
So what if I...
So what if I...
So what if I...
 
I want you to know that I...
That I've wrote this line a thousand times
Yeah
Forget regret
 
This must be the way it ends
 
Calm down as I drag myself along
These severed hands are doing the very best they can
As I drive my car into the sea
(I taste you like a hammer through my teeth)
Will someone tell me what it means to be alive?
It feels just like the feeling when you die
 
Oh, all right, I'm dead and I don't care if it's cold outside anymore
So come on, let's have some fucking fun
 
Amber and I helped her with harmonies and Andrew and Jake belted out a beat while Damien hummed. "It's gonna be ok, we just have to stick together" He whispered as she went back over to him.
After every person at the reception had come through and offered their condolences to Clair, we all stayed and sat under a tree, Andrew laying on Jakes lap and Damien holding Clair. Damien took out his own lighter and lit up a rolled up joint. I shot him a glare. "We're all pretty stressed, let's just relax." I nodded and he took a puff and handed it round. Before it got back to him, Clair had sat up and intercepted the joint. She starred at it for a while, and then took a long puff. Damien twitched a little, but let her have it. We handed it around 3 more times before it burnt out, Clair took part as well. I felt the stress leaving my body as Andrew and I stood up to go home. We all walked back to our homes, Damien stayed with Clair for the night. He might start living with her. Andrew and I collapsed into bed as soon as we got home. "It's all my fault" He muttered before he fell asleep.
 
(remember when I started this series and I said that what happened to Clair wasn't Andrew's fault? well it wasn't but he thinks it was. SIDE NOTE I have inportant school things to do for educational purposes, so I apologise if I get the sets up late, please don't yell at me about it, I might cry xx -Death </3