I'm Sorry -Sequel to I'm Broken

Part 1-Belle's Eulogy

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Belle's Eulogy


​"We are gathered here today to mourn the death of Bramble Elliot, who died on the 22nd of May. A girl who thought taking her life was the only solution and thought she wouldn't have been missed or mourned. But she was wrong..." I hear the Priest say, but after that I space out. Tears are slowly streaming down my face and I can't focus on anything except a few words: "Guilt...tragedy...pain...death..."

Suddenly, someone's shaking my arm and I realize it's time for me to give my eulogy. Snapping out of my daze, I look up to see that Mr. Elliot is standing in front of me with red eyes filled with tears. I'll admit, Paul—Mr. Elliot—is handsome with his short brown hair, striking grey eyes, tanned skin and a fit body. Perfect like his wife, Ella. She has long, curly brown hair, dazzling blue-green eyes, a skinny but fit body and freckles along her cheeks and nose. Bramble looked like an identical mix of her parents. Just seeing Paul sends another waterfall of tears down my face. Taking a deep breath, I get up and start walking towards the podium. After grabbing onto it for support, I take a deep breath, calm down and look at the paper in my trembling hands.

"Bramble Elliot was more than just my boss's daughter. She was and will always be way more than that. She was like the daughter I never had, always so polite and helpful. She never wanted any of us to wait on her. Life with Bramble was always a fun, entertaining show. She made us all laugh when she would walk down the grand staircase dressed to give us a fashion show in these huge fancy dresses and shoes with her makeup and hair done, because it just wasn't her. Bramble was a simple girl. If she could've, she would've just worn baggy sweatshirts and leggings every day to school. She even told me so." I pause to take a deep breath and I hear a few laughs in agreement. "Bramble thought she was unloved and that no one would care if she left. Boy, was she wrong. What could've made such a sweet girl like her feel that way? Or more so, who? When I read the note on her door, I knew something was wrong. And when I saw my precious baby girl's body lying on the floor... dead, my heart shattered. I-if only I h-had been q-quicker. I c-could've saved h-her. I'm sorry." I start crying rivers again and Ella comes up to me, wrapping me in a hug.

"Shh. Belle it wasn't y-your fault. She l-loved you. You were a second mum to h-her. Thank you, Belle. F-for everything. And don't b-blame yourself. No one could've s-stopped it.," she whispers while we walk back to our seats.

A few other people go up and talk but my head is too clouded for me to pay attention, that is, until I hear a high-pitched voice squeak out, "I'm sorry" and a deeper voice saying, "We never meant for it to go this far." That's when I start paying attention to what they're saying. I look up to see two teens about Bramble's age: a small girl with curly blonde hair and a tall, muscular boy with black hair.

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