Based on a true story, Please review, I will put more up tommorow

The sky was cloudless, yet eerily misty. Everyone's voice was a distant hum. I was locked in my own mind,

I had already been to hell and back. I never took my eyes on the coffin. Not once. It was like I was

watching, listening, almost waiting for Eva to bang on the inside of the coffin and scream, "Let me out!".

But the prayers were over and the coffin was being lowered into the ground now.

I felt my Mum squeeze my shoulders and my hand lay limp in my Father's hand. They had no idea, the

pain I was going through.

Eva's last words were playing over and over again in my head, like a broken record player. And then two

men took two shovels and began throwing dirt onto Eva's shiny white coffin. With each thump the dirt

made, burying Eva was burying my heart too. Burying it forever. It's silly the things that pop into your head

at times like this, I couldn't help thinking, What if Eva's cold under all that damp dirt, I should have

brought her a blanket.But no one listened, they just kept throwing more and more dirt on Eva's

beautiful white coffin. My Mother and Father stopped me from trying to go any further. They said "She's

gone darling, she's gone". But Eva couldn't be gone. She couldn't be gone because we hadn't finished

writing our story yet. She couldn't be gone because we hadn't egged the principal or watched the

latest Johnny Depp movie. She couldn't be gone, but she was. Eva Kathleen Rose was buried under a

mountain of dirt and nothing I could say or do could bring her back. Suddenly I was overcome with a

new feeling, emptiness. A giant hole had swallowed my soul.

My Mum dragged me over to Eva's Mother. She dragged me because I had forgotten how to walk.

Mrs.Rose didn't look like Eva's Mother. She didn't look like herself. Eva's Mother was always beautifully

dressed and happy as Larry. This soulless banshee woman wasn't Eva's mother.