LipsofanAngelChapter 2 I pulled at my black pencil skirt, trying

LipsofanAngelChapter 2

I pulled at my black pencil skirt, trying to look busy. I could see people I knew coming into the chuch but I was in no shape to talk to them.
Today was Allison's funeral and it was taking everything I had to just hold myself together.
I heard footsteps next to me and I looked up to see my best friend Liza's face.
 She smiled at me and sat down and took my hand. She didn't say anything, somehow knowing I was too upset to speak. Having her there though, was very comforting. She always knew how to make me feel good.
The service began and my mom and dad each made a speech.
"And now I would like to call up Allison's loving twin sister, Haley, to say a few words." The priest said calling me up to the alter.
I stood up and pulled down Allison's lucky dance tights that I had worn in her honor and walked up to the podium. I could see people's heads turning towards me out of the corner of my eye, there looks overflowing with pity. When I reached the front of the church the priet patted my shoulder and showed me were to stand. 
The microphone interfeered when I stepped onto the stand and then went back to its low hum.
"My sister was my best friend. And now.... she's gone. Obviously, my family and I loved her and so this is really hard.....
I'm sorry. I just cant do this." I squeaked and ran out of the church.
I reached the parking lot where cars were packed as tightly as possible. I didn't know where I wanted to go, I just needed to get out of that room filled with people pretending to know how I felt.
I found a tree and sat under it, not caring about making a mark on my skirt.
How did I get here?
I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Allison was dead.
Or that she'd commited.... suicide.
At least that's what everyone thought. Her autopsy report didn't come out until tomorrow.
The fact that there ws enough doubt that they had to do an autopsy though, made me sick to my stomach.
"Haley! Are you out here!" I heard my mother yell from about 10 feet in front of me.
"Right here, Mom," I sighed.
She came over and stood next to me, "What do you think you're doing?"
"I just.... needed to get out of there. I'm sorry," I whimpered my eyes fludding with tears.
"Look this is hard for all of us, but it's still your sister's funeral. So you have to come back inside and do this for Allison."
"Do I have to talk again?"
"No. Just come sit with me and your father," she laughed.
That was the first time my mother had laughed since she found Allison in our bathroom.
My mom and I walked back into the church and listened to the rest of the service. The whole time I couldn't take my eyes off the photo next to Allison's coffin. It was a picture of the two of us, at our middle school graduation. I thought I could see a bit of pain in her eyes though, and that was only a few months ago.
Maybe something was going on with Allison.
All during the burial I couldn't get that picture out of my mind.
I was almost sure something was going on with her that I didn't know about.
That nobody knew about.
It was time for me to find out what.

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