We arrived in Illinois around midnight. The flight went pretty smooth besides some turbulence while passing through a storm. Instead of checking into a hotel, we were just staying with another one of our close family friends. Considering the fact that their house is absolutely ginormous, they were able to fit us in perfectly into their home. They were the ones that made the offer first anyways.

I woke up in the bed I was in, and turned to look at my phone. I had a few messages from my friends back in Blakeson Canyons, and a few messages from my friends from here asking what time my family and I were leaving to go to the funeral today.

Right. Today is Sunday. Andrew's funeral.

I rubbed my eyes and got out of bed to use the bathroom. The cold marble floor made my feet turn into ice, so I had to quickly turn around and put on socks, then go back.

As I walked into the bathroom, the first thing I did was look into the mirror. I put on a face mask yesterday, I deep conditioned my hair, I did my nails, but yet I still looked so thrown away.

Finishing getting ready in the bathroom for today, I decided to save putting my funeral clothes on until after I'm done eating breakfast. I tend to get a bit messy, so that wouldn't be good considering the fact that my only outfit for today is..the only outfit I brought for today.

I walked downstairs into the kitchen being greeted by all of the adults, and a nice big breakfast. The breakfast was nice considering the fact that I haven't really eaten anything over the past few days. I got full very quickly though.

When I was finished, I then made small talk with our family friends, the Bauges, and went upstairs with my parents to finish getting ready for today.

We left around 9ish, and were almost there. I think I can see the church from here, and everyone standing outside.

"Rose, you'll be fine today, we all will. What happened is very devastating, and of course we will all mourn again today about the loss of a loved one, but, we'll all heal together as well. None of us are alone on this, we have eachother." My mom spoke turning around in the car looking at me. She placed a hand on one of my kneecaps.

I gave a slight smile, and nodded my head agreeing with her.

We eventually arrived at the church, and everyone automatically recognized us despite us being in a rental car. When we parked, I took a deep breath, and got out. I saw Sara, Sammy, and Erica all running to the car.

"Rose!" They all shouted. Within seconds we all collided into a group hug and began to cry on each others shoulders. After a couple of minutes passed, we all pulled away and looked at each other.

"He wouldn't have done something like this." Erica spoke wiping her eyes. I looked at her stunned.

"You think that too? I thought I was the only one." I said folding my arms. Andrew didn't have any enemies though, if this wasn't a suicide then what was it? Murder? By who?

"He would have talked to all of us about his depression, even you Rose. Something just isn't right." Stacey added in. We all nodded our heads agreeing.

"When was the last time you guys talked to him?" I questioned.

"last week."

"Sunday."

"The day you tried calling him. He didn't answer any of my texts after that." Sara spoke. Did he not have his phone?

What happened Andrew? Give me a sign, or something.

The church bell then rung meaning that we have to start going inside. The funeral will be starting soon.

My heart began to race. The last thing I want to see right now is Andrew's body laying in a casket. I stared at the church not wanting to move.

"Come on Rose, we'll get through this together." Erica stated grabbing my hand. I looked at her as a tear ran down my cheek, and nodded my head.

When we entered in the church, everything felt so haunting. There was opera music lightly playing in the background, and everyone was either walking up to view the body, or were sitting in their seats crying.

I looked up looking at the beautiful stained glass windows printed with religious figures on them. In front of the coffin there was a stained glass window of Jesus. The sun was shining perfectly through it.

There were candles lit everywhere, and all of the cries I heard, the opera music reaching its ultimate pitch, the windows, the casket, the flowers, Andrews mother on her knees clutching her stomach for air in between her cries...made everything so traumatic.

"My baby, my baby..." She continuously cried.

I gulped, and eventually reached the casket. Erica released my hand, and viewed his body first. She touched his lifeless hands, and walked away crying to take a seat. Stacey went next to view it, then Sara, now me.

I walked up slowly to the casket, with tears streaming down my face. The light shining through the Jesus stained glass window was hitting Andrew and I perfectly. The opera woman singing on the stage behind the casket again began to reach another one of her ultimate high and long pitches.

I examined Andrew's pale smooth skin, his beautiful long brown eyelashes, and pink lips that formed a slight smile on them. I then to placed a hand on one of his, they were ice cold. I then closed my eyes. Remembering every moment we've ever had together.

"I forgive you." I cried. I then opened my eyes weeping, and did something I didn't want to do. Let go.

I walked backwards, and then turned around completely walking down the aisle towards my friends. I saw my parents with Andrew's mom trying to comfort her, but they were crying as well. It all felt like everything was in slow motion.

I eventually made it to where my friends were sitting, and took a seat. The song eventually ended beautifully, and everyone went silent. The Pastor then began to walk onto the stand, and began to speak.

By the time the whole service was over, it's like my sorrows washed away. I know Andrew is in peace right now. And I know that someone set this up to make it look like a suicide.

It's a thought that I don't want to have, but I know it's true.

Everyone got up from their seats once they were allowed to, and then went outside to get the food they were serving for today. However, before Andrew's mom could leave, I got ahold of her.

"Mrs. Williams." I called going up to her to give her a hug.

"Rose." She responded back automatically hugging me. We then pulled away.

"I am...so sorry Mrs.Williams..I should have talked to Andrew sooner. I tried calling him Monday but he didn't answer...I..I'm so sorry.." I realized my sorrows didn't disappear because I started crying again like a baby. Mrs. Williams then pulled me into a hug.

"Shh..Rose..It's okay..it's okay. Andrew talked about you everyday, saying how sorry he was. That boy loved you. He somehow lost his phone after Monday I believe. We tried tracking it but we couldn't find it." We then pulled away from each other, but her hands were still on my shoulders.

"Did you...notice Andrew acting strange? I just, it wouldn't be like him to do something like this."

Mrs. Williams took a deep breath.

"He kept all of his problems away from me." She spoke.

I nodded my head, and then wiped my eyes. She began to speak again.

"I didn't even bother mentioning this to anyone, not even his own father, because maybe I'm overthinking it. But, a few days before Andrew..did what he did, a young man rang the doorbell. I didn't really get a good look at him because it was dark outside, and Andrew answered it. But I saw Andrew look confused. He then closed the door and locked it. I asked him who was it and he said it was some person trying to pull a prank to scare him, at least that's what he thought. I guess the young man said something like 'really understand someone's evilness'? It was something like that, and then Andrew said the person knew his name..but he's never seen him a day in his life."