As she sits on the cold seat in her long black dress
Her cold tears pouring down her cheeks
She re-plays the crash of her cousins death over and over
As she slowly lifts her head looking at the priest who is talking
She cant hear anything, but the screams of Vanessa her dead cousin.
Then she turns her attention to the picture of Vanessa over her coffin.
She tries to stop but she cant take it anymore
She stands up and runs as far away from the coffin and as fast as her high black shoes can take her.
She keeps running till she gets to her and Vanessas favourite, secret and special place.
It was there own, no-one elses.
No therapist or doctor could understand her pain or how much she wanted Vanessa to come back.
Or how much she meant to her, how she could go on with out her she decided so she went to the nearest bridge and jumped off.
