I Don't Need You

[Scott Hunt]

I stare blankly down at Jack's empty coffin. My eyes are starting to prickle, but not with tears, more because I haven't blinked in a very long time. I wince slightly, allowing them to water a bit and wiping it away with the back of my hand.
"Bastard," I grumble incoherently, forcing myself to blink, looking up from the coffin to the ceiling.
I slip my hands into my back pockets, rocking back and forth idly on my heels, trying to be normal. Yeah, just normal. I was going to be normal me, without Jack.
You can't be you without Jack. You need Jack.
"I do not need you," I say witheringly to the casket, "I do not need anyone for your information. I just liked having you around."
A lot.
I close my eyes tightly for a minute.
It was very inconsiderate of him to just die like that. After years and years of knowing him. Now who would I push out of boats? Fight with about nothing? Smack round the back of the head with bludgers?
I sigh softly through my nose, knowing that wasn't the only reasons I missed him.
I missed him because he was my best friend, one of the few friends I actually had, more like a brother than anyone in my actual family.
My eyes start to sting again, but not because I need to blink this time.
"Fucking twat," I growl, not sure if I'm addressing him or myself and turn to storm out of the funeral home when I walk straight into someone.

[Isabella Knox]

Bella had been debating about whether to go to the funeral or not for a long time. The only person she had known well was Jack. But he had been like another brother to her. Eventually she had decided to go. She had left Genevieve and Kim in Gabriel's care, knowing she could trust him with two of the most important people in her life.

As she walked into the funeral home she tried not to cry. She had left it so long she was surprised to see it still going on. But deep down she was glad it was. She needed to say goodbye, even though she knew the coffin would be empty, she just felt like she needed to be there. She saw someone else in the room, walking quickly towards her, it had surprised her and she didn't have time to step out of the way before they barged into her.
"Sorry." She mumbled quickly, glancing up at the man that had walked into her. She felt like she was in the way.

[Scott Hunt]

"Fucking..." I mutter incoherently, tempted to ask her to kindly watch where the hell she was going, but deciding against it because even I know it's unfair to take out bad moods on innocent bystanders. Especially if they're in the same boat I am.
"Sorry," I mumble, "In a hurry, wasn't looking, apologies."