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doing so, I can hear my voice,
just a little squeak. I push my voice out as hard as I can and can hear a
slight moan. I get some feeling return and keep trying. My voice gets louder
and louder until I feel a jab on my wrist.
    “Alyssa!” I open my eyes.
    “Are you alright?” asks Dad. I look around. I’m still in the
hospital. I look and see three confused pairs of eyes on me, but the room is
bright with afternoon light and clear of dark beings. Adam’s heart is still
beating.
    “Oh... um yeah, it was uh. Just a nightmare,” I say as my
thoughts return to me.
    “Sounded terrifying, what happened?” asks Mom.
    “Oh just. I couldn’t move, but I was awake,” I explain. “Oh
alright well we should probably get going anyway. Visiting hours are almost
over and I want to check in with the Hawthorns,” says Dad. Visiting hours over?
I look at the internal clock on my phone. It’s a quarter to four. I slept for
nearly three hours, and yet it seemed like I just dozed. What was that thing
though? That entity I saw. It’s as if it was watching Adam, but why? Was
it just a nightmare, or some kind of omen?

 
4: The Funeral
     
     
     
     
     
    Denise’s funeral is the first I’ve ever been to. It is being
held outdoors in the local cemetery, and since we aren’t part of a congregation
(the only time we even make the trip is for the High Holy Days), Dad is leading
the ceremony as lay leader in place of a Rabbi. I’m surprised at the number of
family members that flew out here on such short notice, but there are no less
than four additional families related to the Hawthorns here for the funeral.
     Only a few people of our community were invited to come,
including us, the sheriff, the Willows, The Sourwoods, and a few other
individuals. Many other families have their own funerals to attend, and others
like the Larches simply aren’t welcome. I offered to play some songs on my
guitar for the funeral, but Mrs. Hawthorn says that some of their family
members might look down upon music or anything celebratory at a funeral. We
aren’t even allowed to bring flowers!
    I specifically told Mom that I want flowers and music and
junk food at my funeral. I want to go out with a bang, but this funeral just
makes me feel worse about Denise. It’s only been three days since the accident
and it feels like there has been no real preparation other than chairs and the
coffin lying before us. I’m sitting in the front row, but the rest of my family
(aside from my Dad), sits in the middle section, making room for the Hawthorn’s
relatives to take their seats up front.
    I look at Dad standing before the coffin. He’s reciting
prayers, but I can barely hear him. I’m lost in my own train of thought. What
do we do now? I think. Do we just move on, carry on like normal? Or will
things be different now? Empty?
    As I think, I look around at all of the faces looking at my
father. I’m surprised to say there aren’t that many people looking directly at
him. Many are looking at the ground, others at their hands, and even some of
them are looking around like me. I look and see Leanne Sourwood, the girl who
keeps trying to show me up on track. She has short blonde hair that comes down
to her ears, and bright blue eyes. I won’t say she’s spoiled, she does work
hard, but she also likes to use that to one-up people, and even today she’s wearing
the most casual dress clothes on the market. It’s as if she has no time to
dress for a funeral, as if she’s beyond them. My dress comes down to my knees,
and I have tights that cover my legs down to shiny black pumps. Right now she’s
staring at me angrily as if I’ve done something to her. We’re excused from
school until the funeral finishes, and so I haven’t had the chance to use
Shana’s idea to beat her in a race, but she’s still glaring at me. Is she
jealous of something? I look away, trying not to make this funeral seem
awkward.
    After Dad finishes reciting the passages, they lay