Dead Lover's Lane ~Chapter One: The Funeral of Hearts~

I watched as they lowered the identical caskets into the 6 foot holes and began to pour dirt upon them. Death.  It is too emotional for the people who can’t handle it. I can… to a point. After my parents were buried and slowly people were leaving I made my exit as silently as I could and left. In silence I walked across the parking lot, past all the cars to my black convertible. Quickly I climbed into the car and pulled on my shades before turning on the car. I threw it in reverse and hit the gas, peeling out of the space, hitting the gas forward and speeding away. I couldn’t be there a second longer.
Color this day black. October 1st.
I drove on the long highway, one hand on the wheel and the other running their way through my long black hair that was being tossed by the wind. Music pumped out of the car speakers and I thought I might just drown in the waves that the bass player was making with raw emotion. Inside my heart, I was crying for my parents, even if we barely had a relationship. My heart wept sorrow in rivers inside along side pain. Outside I wore a emotionless mask. It seemed like nothing could break it.
A tear slipped past my mask and slid down my face only to drip off my chin and onto my funeral dress. The low cut v-neck would make it seem inappropriate for it showed off a bit of my average sized chest. Only it was considered fine since it reached my knees loosely. I turned the volume to the max, not caring if it blew out my ear drum or anything. I stepped on the gas harder hitting 95 miles an hour on the open highway.