I sat there, annoyed by the constant handshaking of people walking by, feeling sorry for me. After all, I had lost the perfect sister; the better half of me.

             I was fairly annoyed, especially when harmony’s friends began to arrive. They all walked past her body at the front, staring at her pale face.

             I hadn’t dared myself to go up and look at her cold lifeless body. I was afraid that she’d open her eyes and give me that deadly glare that she had given me when I was dreaming about her the other night.

             They all shook my hands as they walked past. None of them even bothered looking at me in the eyes. They all silently walked passed, looking down at their feet. I made sure to glare at every one of them, hoping that they felt awkward. None of them really even liked her in the first place... they didn’t deserve to call themselves my sister’s friends.

             “Sweetie, have you even bothered to look at your sister one last time?” my mom asked as she sat next to me. I shook my head stubbornly, I didn’t want to.

             “It’s going to be the last time you’ll ever get the chance to see her,” she persuaded.  No its not, I thought. I know I’ll still see her in my dreams, er, I mean nightmares. She’s always there, and if not, then the other girl is there instead.

             “I just don’t want to,” I frowned. She glared at me angrily. Oh, now I get it... she wasn’t suggesting that I go see my sister; she was demanding that I go and see her.

              I stood up unwillingly and began to walk forwards with my mom staring me down the entire way there. I slowly glanced into the casket and looked at her. She seemed peaceful, her eyes now closed, her mouth lifted into a small smile. She looked nothing like the girl we found in the closet, she looked horrified when we first found her. Now, she looked like she didn’t have a care in the world.

              You could still slightly see where she had been hit in the head. The makeup hadn’t quite done its job in hiding her injuries.

              I shuttered when I remembered the look of her terrorized face and the blood dripping from her head. The sound of her cold and lifeless body falling to the floor would be forever etched in my memory.

              For a second I thought that Harmony had begun to move inside of her casket. I stepped back in fear that she would wake up and attack me or something. But as I begun to stare at her in anticipation I realized that she would probably never wake up or even open her eyes for that matter.

               I walked back to my seat quickly and sat down.

               “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” my mom smiled at me. I frowned, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but it was still pretty bad.

               “I guess,” I lied. The room was empty for a while and we all sat quietly, until someone familiar walked into the room. He stared down at harmony and then walked over to me. I smiled softly as he held out his hand for me to shake.

               “Sorry for your loss, Mel,” Matt apologized. He pulled me up into a hug and I could already feel tears forming in the corners of my eyes. I pulled away, realizing that it would be embarrassing if I started to bawl my eyes out in front of both Matthew and my own mother.

              He noticed the tears and smiled at me. I sat down and looked away out of embarrassment.

              “Anyways, I’ll see you at the funeral tomorrow,” he said with pressed lips. 

             “Yep,” I agreed as I dried my eyes. He waved as he left the room.

             I smiled secretly to myself, he was such a sweetheart. Too bad he likes somebody else... It would have really made me happy if he did happen to like me. Well, there was always that possibility I guess.

             I got up to head to the washroom. I needed a good excuse to get out of this stuffy room. The bathroom of the funeral home was quaint. It was so clean and nice looking, too. It was so much better than those disgusting bathrooms located in restaurants and in other public places.

            I stared into the mirror and continuously splashed cold water on my face. The water was so soothing and so relaxing. I really didn’t want to go back into warm, stuffed up room. It was so annoying having people pitying you for two hours straight. The depressing aura coming from everyone was killing me on the inside.

            I screamed when another face appeared in the mirror.

            “Oh shut up already,” Veronica rolled her eyes. I breathed a sigh of relief.

            “Then stop scaring me like that!” I exclaimed.

            “But it’s so much fun,” she laughed. I rolled my eyes at her, this was getting old fast.

            “So what brings you here?” I asked her impatiently.

            “Just came to see my best friend’s twin one last time before she’s buried,” she smiled.

            “Oh I see...” I trailed off, “I should probably get back to my mom though, she’ll be wondering where I am.”

            “Why don’t we hang out for a moment longer?” she suggested, “we could go for a walk or something.”

            “Well...” I hesitated. She gave me her puppy dog eyes and I couldn’t help but give in to her suggestion. Her eyes were big and her lips were caught in a small pout.

           “Okay, but I’ll have to ask my mom first... I'm not sure if she wants me to stay and greet people,” I told her. She smiled excitedly and followed me out of the bathroom.

           “Hey mom,” I greeted as she finished shaking a man’s hand, “could I maybe go out for a walk or something, with my friend Veronica?”

           She looked at me doubtfully, pondering my question for a bit before she answered, “I don’t know about that...”

           “Please?” I asked, “It’s really stuffy in here and I need some fresh air.”

           “Fine,” she sighed, unconvinced, “you better be back in an hour.”

           “Thanks,” I smiled gratefully. I walked out of the room meeting Veronica in the hallway where she stood alone. We walked outside together and started down the road.

           “So how are you and Matt doing?” she winked. I smiled weakly.

           “Could be better,” I laughed.

           “Oh please,” she dismissed, “he’s so into you.”

           “No... I'm pretty sure he likes someone else...” I mentioned.

           “Did he tell you that?” she questioned.

           “Well, no but-”

           “Then you’ll never know,” she interjected.

           “Yeah, but I don’t want to get my hopes up too high,” I argued.

           “Okay, I guess you have a point there,” she gave in.

           “Yep,” I agreed, “when do you have to go back to Kentucky?”

           “I was supposed to go back sometime this week, “she stated, “but something came up so I'm here for another little while.”

           “Do you know for how long?” I asked.

            “I'm not really sure,” she shrugged, “maybe for another two weeks or so, possibly longer.”

            “I see...” I muttered, “So that means we get to be friends for a while longer.”

             She smiled at me and nodded excitedly. We were quiet for a few minutes, letting the breeze blow through our hair and brush against our faces. The feeling of the moment we were in reminded me of my sister. The way we always sat together in her room and felt comfortable in the silence.

             “So how did your date go with Matthew?” she asked with a wink.

             “It wasn’t a date...” I replied, “but it went well, I guess.”

             “Why was it only well?” she curiously asked.

             “Mostly because I had an argument with my sister and that’s the last thing I had ever done with her,” I replied obviously.

             “Oh please. That has nothing to do with the date,” she laughed. I raised my eyebrows at her, surprised that she would take that so lightly.

             “Well, then I guess it would be considered pretty fun,” I smiled, trying to ignore the fact that she didn’t care about my sister’s death.

             “Details?” she enquired excitedly.

             “It was just like any other day with a good friend,” I replied casually.

             “Did he kiss you?” she asked.

             “Veronica, we’re just friends. Nothing more,” I responded impatiently.

             “Fine, did he hug you at least?”

             I was quiet for a moment, not wanting to admit it... because obviously it was true. And she was bound to say that Matt likes me, when we don’t even know for sure.

             “He hugged you? That is so cute!” she exclaimed. I rolled my eyes in response, not exactly wanting to put up with this nonsense. It’s like she wanted me to get my hopes up or something. 

            “So is the funeral tomorrow then?” she asked after a period of silence.

            “Yeah, and then I have to go to school the next day,” I sighed.

            “Wow that sucks. I'm glad I don’t ever have to go to school,” she stated proudly.

            “Yeah but that’s because you’re only here visiting,” I grinned, “you’ll have to go back to school when you’re in Kentucky.”

            “Wrong. I'm home schooled,” she corrected.

            “Oh that’s pretty cool, I didn’t know that,” I smiled.

            “Yeah, but anyways, I should probably go,” Veronica motioned, looking at her watch.

            “Already?” I asked, “But we’ve only been out here for like fifteen minutes!”

            “Yeah, my mom will get worried,” she said, “but I’ll see you at the funeral tomorrow.”

            “Oh alright,” I nodded, “see you tomorrow then.”

            I watched as she began walking down another street, leaving me behind. I turned around and began my walk back to the funeral home. I could see dark clouds moving across the sky; which gave me goose bumps when I realized that it would soon storm. I had to hurry if I wanted to get shelter before it rained.

            Just as I reached the building I could feel small droplets of water falling onto my bare skin. I shivered as a cold breeze swept over me. I quickly ran inside before it started to pour. Now that would just suck, I’d get sick for sure.

             My mom looked at me as I sat down next to her. She looked like she’d been crying again. I felt bad for her.

             “Why back so early?” she sniffled.

             “Veronica had to go home,” I explained. She nodded understandably.

             The rest of the night was quiet and boring. I would have thought that something strange would have happened, considering it was storming. And storms were always a bad thing in my case... but thankfully, after another hour, I headed home with my parents.

***

              The next day we spent a few hours at the funeral, and we got home at around five o’clock. As far as funerals go, I guess it went pretty well. I had thought that maybe I’d see something strange again like always, but there was no sign of anything weird or paranormal going on. In fact, I haven’t seen anything or dreamt about anything like that since the night before we found my sister.

              My parents are both still pretty upset about losing their favourite daughter, but at least they aren’t crying about it anymore. Me on the other hand, I still cry to myself every once and a while, but I find that I don’t think of her too often, so I don’t have to worry about that.

              Even at the funeral, I barely shed a tear. Maybe it’s because I’ve cried already so much that I don’t have any more tears to shed, but maybe I just don’t care anymore.

             I walked up to my room quickly, shuttering when I passed the open bathroom. I haven’t exactly been able to go into the bathroom by myself without freaking out about the mirror. Its not like I have to go pee with somebody watching me though, I just freak out whenever I go pee, that’s all.

             I plopped down on my bed when I had finally reached it. I was tired, tired of the sorrow that was emanating from people, and tired of people coming up to me and telling me what a perfect sister I had and how it’s too bad that she’s gone.

             I just lay there in bed for a while. Thinking about what veronica kept telling me yesterday. About how she thinks Matt likes me... I know I shouldn’t get my hopes up... but I just can’t help it. If somebody’s gonna keep telling me something, I'm going to eventually believe them.

             I thought about our date. How through the whole thing we were giggling and talking to each other about random things that didn’t even matter. It felt like he was flirting with me... but wasn’t he the same way with Harmony?

            I pondered this for a moment, Harmony never specified who Matt liked... maybe it was me? But then again, what chance is there of that ever happening? There are so many other girls who are so much prettier, smarter, and more talented. Harmony was one of them... she was the one who was born with all of the good qualities, unlike me who managed to get nothing.

           I got up and headed on downstairs. My parents went out for a while I think, which means I'm going to have to find my own food. I'm not much of a cook so ill have to find something that’s microwavable.

           I found some left over pizza in the refrigerator and decided that I would just microwave it and eat alone.

           I sat down at the table with my now hot pizza and began to eat slowly. I was never hungry whenever I was home alone because I always felt like I was being watched. I knew that it was all in my mind, but at the same time I was still afraid.

           I began to hear the walls start to make strange noises. The furnace always did that, but I never really found it creepy unless I was home alone, like right now.

            I ate quickly, hoping that as soon as I was done, I would be able to just go outside and shake these weird feelings off. Maybe I could call Matt or something and we could watch a movie at the cinema or something... anything to get me out of this lonesome house.

            I pulled my phone out of my pocket and grabbed ten bucks from the counter that my mom had left just in case I needed money for anything and dialled his number as I walked outside onto the porch. Looking back into the dark house I realized that it looked so much creepier from the outside. The darkness looked like it was ready to swallow me up and never let me see the light of day ever again.

             I turned away from the door as the phone began to ring as I waited for him to pick up.

            “Hello?” asked a boy on the other end.

            “Is this Mathew?” I asked patiently.

            “Yes it is. Can I help you with anything?”

            “Yeah, this is Melody. I was wondering if you’d want to hang out right now.”

            “Oh hey Mel!” he greeted happily, “Yeah I’d love to, any ideas?”

            “I was thinking the movies actually,” I stated.

            “Alright, I’ll be there in five. See you soon.”

            We both hung up the phone and realized that it had been a lot easier than I had thought to call him and ask him to hang out.

             It was true what he said though; he was indeed here within five minutes. I got into the car and he greeted me with a smile. I smiled at him back and I looked out the window at the house one last time before heading off to the movies. I gasped when I realized that there was a white figure standing by the door, watching me intently as I left.

             “What’s wrong?” asked a concerned looking Matt.

             “I, uh, don’t worry about it,” I stuttered frantically, trying to hide the worry in my voice.

             “Okay...” he trailed off.

             “So what movie do you want to see?” I questioned.

             “Hmm, do you want to go see ‘Let Me In’?” he asked.

             “Sure,” I smiled. I’ve wanted to see this movie for the longest time. And I'm pretty sure he already knew that. We drove in silence for the rest of the way to the cinema.

             As we walked inside, I saw a familiar face. It was a girl from school. She wasn’t exactly popular, but she was a good friend of mine. Can’t say she was my best friend, but close.       

            “Hey, Lola,” I waved when she spotted me.

            “Hey, Melody,” she smiled, “Who are you here with?”

            “Oh, just Matt,” I blushed. Her smile fell, “Matthew?”

            I nodded slowly, unsure of myself, “Yeah. We’re watching a movie.”

            “Right,” she said, forcing a smile.

            “Hey Lola,” Matt greeted with a smile as he walked up behind me. She smiled and waved as if she had even forgotten that I was standing right in front of her.

            “What movie are you guys watching?” she asked Matthew.

            “We’re watching ‘Let Me In’” he replied, “Mel chose it.”

            I looked up at him and he smiled at me. Did he just lie? I'm pretty sure that I hadn’t chosen the movie, it was him... I think? Unless he was talking about how I had agreed to watch it. But still, wasn’t it his idea?

            “Cool, I'm watching that too!” she grinned happily.

            “Are you here by yourself?” I asked.

            She nodded, “Yeah unfortunately.”

              “Cool,” I smiled at her.

              “I'm going to my ticket now,” Matt stated, “want me to get yours while I'm at it, Mel?” he asked. I nodded pulling my money out of my jeans pocket and placing it in his open and waiting hands.

               “Oh, I’ll come with you! I need to buy my ticket anyways,” Lola blushed. I stared after them as they walked off. She was most definitely flirting with him.

               For a minute there I even thought her turn her head towards me and smirk. Geez, does every girl I know have a crush on him? Seriously, that’s going to get annoying.

              Suddenly, my thoughts were of Harmony... she died unhappy, she was so sad when she died. She even managed to die before I could apologize for slapping her. I really hope I get to tell her how sorry I am for that...

              “You feeling okay?” asked Matt as he handed me my ticket. I snapped out of it and smiled at him.

              “Yeah, I'm fine, it’s no big deal,” I assured him.

              “Okay, let’s go into the theatre. It’ll start soon,” he said, ushering me into the hallway.

               We walked into the first door, closely followed by Lola, who by the way kept glaring at me, even when we had already sat down.

              “Do you guys want me to go buy a bucket of popcorn or something?” Matt asked as the first preview began.

              Lola and I both nodded pleasantly, turning to glare at each other as he left.

              “So what’s with you and Matt?” she asked as soon as she knew that Matt was out of hearing range.

               “Absolutely nothing, but stop making googly eyes at him,” I demanded, “you’re embarrassing yourself.”

               “Oh please,” she snorted, “you’re the one who’s making a fool of yourself.”

               “In what way?” I snapped.

               “You keep smiling at him and constantly flirting with him!”

               “I am not!”

               “Are too!”

               “Am not!”

               “Are too!”

               We both fell silent when we heard someone clear their throat. We reluctantly looked up, only to find out that it was Matthew.

               This is going to be an awkward two hours...