Niall wrapped the blanket around my shoulders and shook me. I could'nt peel my eyes from the two coffins that lay across the room. I shivered.

"Poppy!"

"Huh?" I hardly heard anyone talking to me "Oh, hi father."

Father James goes to the church I went to with my parents. He was'nt very serious, but he was a close family friend. I definitly was not suprised to see him at the funeral.

"I'm sorry, Poppy. Your parents were good people."

"I know," I glanced at the coffin once more.

"You got yourself a real keeper though," Father leaned in placing his hand in front of his mouth and pointing.

I rolled my eyes "Wer'e just friends I geuss, he would'nt be intrested in me.."

"I don't know," he nodded his head to Niall, who was staring at me intently. He smiled when I met his gaze, then turned away.

"Maybe your right," I smiled for the first time during the funeral "Thanks for coming, Father."

"I would'nt be able to stay away if I tried." He gave me a warm smile and pulled me into a hug "See you around."

"Bye."

"Let's head home." Harry nudged me.

"Do we have to?" I bit my lip.

Niall approached us "No one will get you when wer'e around. Plus," he paused looking out the windows "you can't stay inside forever."

"Why not?" I crossed my arms stubbornly.

"You just can't." ayn piped up.

"If you do, I garentee you'll get fat." Kendra giggled.

I gasped "Okay, let's go!"

Niall picked me up off my chair and threw open the door at the end of the room. The other guys followed.

----------------------------------------------------------In the Car---------------------------------------------------------------

Louis snuggled his nose against Kendra's saying annoying things like.

"My snuggle cookie.." "Sugar bear.." "Hunny baby"

Kendra would answer with things like

"No your my Sugar Baby!" "I love you fugglemuffin.."

Louis asked her out last week and it's already pretty serious. If you know what I mean. Yes, they have already had sex. I repeat, a week.

We stopped at a red light and watched a long line of cars travel across. This is taking forever.

My eyes traveled to a man in a black hoody. His eyes were covered by his jacket and he sat against the bench, his head bowed. Slowly, very slowly, he raised his face revealing a scarred, pale mask of a face. He gave me a evil grin, sending a shiver up my back.

I reached for Niall's hand and squeezed it. He squeezed back.

It was almost as if the man's face was glued to my eyelids. His evil sneer taunting me.

I suppose HE could have murdered my parents.

I passed a man walking a large dog.

He could have killed my parents.

A woman in a long coat and a hat covering her eyes.

She could have killed my parents.

The scariest thing was I could never know.Who could it be? It could'nt be a coincidence my parents were killed after I got shot. This meant there was a group of people. Since, the man who shot me is in jail.

"Strangers are scary, but no one can be trusted." I thought before glancing around the car.

No one can be trusted. Besides, could I ever REALLY trust again?

Notes

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