â€œNow what Marissa?â€ Little ricky asked the question. But her mind couldn't exactly configure why no one anwered her call. It was almost as if---- A pause in thought, and a hallow ringing sound forced  her to wince. A picture fram of a boy hung on a wall. It was of her older brother kyle, but there were no pictures of her. Almost, as if mom purposly ripped them off the wall. What did she do toda-----<br/><br/>" Hey, Hunny how are the funneral decisions going." Just like that her entire world shattered like glass. When her mom looked over at Ricky she ran towards the boy. " Oh how did you get in here? Why is the door wide open? " The woman slammed the door shut staring at ricky in utter surprise. Her summer green drees falling down past the knees. It is obvious that her mother looked like hell with long black hair, and dull blue eyes.<br/><br/>Marissa could only stand there frozen before her mom. In a moment , her feet ran down the hallway, and up the stair opening her bedroom----The room was empty with nothing but boxes. Fear seeped into her soul and tried to turn it to rage. There was no way...but could little ricky be right?  There was a small problem when the cat came in, rubbing up against her purring. Appparetly, pets could see the dead.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The cat  sat staring at her  as if he could make out thoughts going on inside her head. His paws turned digging into a box for a book with a guest list in it of who should attend the funeral. Written in her very own cursive handy work. It had been suicide? There was nothing that could save her...no one who would see her but ricky. She flung herself out of the room , and back down the stairwell trying not to obliterate ricky's one shot at surviving. Her mom was trying to cook for the poor kid!