The only point of funerals is to depress those who have lost someone. It only brought back the pain that I had tried so hard to suppress.
I was standing by my parents. Both of them were practically sobbing their eyes out. Also, Christina was standing next to me, clutching my arm tightly. She was resting her head on my shoulder, and I was desperately looking for a way out.
"What's wrong?" Christina suddenly asked, sucking me out of my thoughts.
"Nothing, nothing," I muttered. I stopped. "Well, okay, I need to get out of here."
"Okay," Christina murmured. "You do that, I'll hold up the fort here---"
"No, come with me."
She nodded. "Okay."
We quietly and sneakily made our way out to the car. When we reached it, I quickly climbed in and started the engine. She got in the passenger's seat.
"Where are we going?"
"To the bank," I said.
I sighed. "I need to get some cash."
"I want to buy two whistles."
Chrissy frowned. "What are you talking about?"
I didn't reply.
I cleared my throat. "When I was little, I always wanted a whistle, but I never asked for one because...well...Aaliyah hated the sounds of whistles."
Chrissy said nothing.
"Now that she's gone, I'm going to do what I've always wanted to do. Buy a whistle."
"You said you were going to buy two. Why two?"
"Don't you want one?"
We didn't say anything after that. Fifteen minutes later we pulled up to the bank.
"Are you going to use the machine?" Chrissy asked, as I started to step out.
"Nah," I sighed. "I'll go to the front desk. I also need to cash this check my grandpa gave me."
Chrissy nodded. "I'll come with you."
She stepped out of the car and took my arm. I smiled. We walked into the bank, then right up to the front desk.
"Hello, ma'am," I said as politely as I could manage.
"Hello, sir," the woman at the desk said back. She was eying me strangely. "What can I do for you?"
I cleared my throat. "I'd like to---"
"One moment please," she said. She fast-walked away from the desk.
I blinked. "That was slightly rude."
"She thinks you're good looking," Chrissy muttered, irritated.
"She's eyeballing you."
I laughed. "You and your paranoia."
The woman returned to the desk. "I'm sorry for the delay, sir. What can I---"
Suddenly, there was a loud blasting sound---a gunshot. My ears rang in pain as I dropped to my knees in shock. Chrissy fell too, covering her ears.
"EVERYONE GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!!" an angry, loud voice yelled.
"Oh crap," I whispered tensely.
Chrissy and I laid down on the ground and listened as the entire room began to obey.
"What are you staring at?! Step away from the desk!!" the voice yelled.
There was another blasting sound. A body hit the floor.
"Tom!!" Chrissy whispered sharply. "What are we---"
I put my finger to my lips. "It's going to be okay, I promise."
I shifted my gaze over in the direction of the angry voice. It was a man wearing a mask over his head. He was holding a large gun. An AK-47 by the looks of it. I had definitely chosen the wrong day to come to the bank.
The man yelled, "If anyone moves, I will shoot them!!"
He walked past Chrissy and I. Then he stopped.
"Hello there," he whispered, bending down. He put his hand on Chrissy's back and rubbed it gently. "You're a very pretty woman."
"Step away from her," I whispered sharply.
He looked at me. I could see that his eyes were brown through the mask. "Did you just give me an order?" He lifted his gun and pointed it at me. "Did you?"
I stared deep into his eyes. "Yes."
He laughed. "Your funeral." He lifted the gun and tightened his hold on the trigger.
Suddenly, the sound of police sirens murmured into the room.
The man looked shocked. "Who called the police?!"
No one moved.
The man looked very angry. He jumped over the desk and ran into a room in the back. When he came out, his pockets were stuffed with money.
"I need a hostage," he said quietly. "Any volunteers?"
His eyes fell on Chrissy.
"Don't you dare," I said dangerously.
He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet.
Horror ran up my spine. "NO!"
He put the gun to her hair and looked at her gently. "You are a very lovely woman."
Tears were streaming down Chrissy's cheeks as he began to lead her out of the room.
"NO!!" I screamed. I jumped to my feet and ran towards him.
He spun around just in time to receive a punch to the face. He stumbled back against the wall. I jumped in the air and kicked him in the chest, knocking the air out of him. Then I struck him in the neck with my elbow. He collapsed onto his knees.
"Don't move, or I'll---"
I was interrupted by an uppercut to my jaw. I fell flat on my back.
The man groaned and moaned as he stumbled over to his gun. I started to get up, but he pointed the gun at me. "I'd shoot you right now, but I have to get out of here."
Chrissy was leaning against the wall in horror. He walked towards her. "Please don't! she screamed.
He grabbed her by the hair and kissed her aggressively on the lips. She spat and coughed as he pulled back. He smiled evilly as he dragged her out of the building, the gun still to her head.
I was helpless. I couldn't go after them or I'd be shot. What was I going to do?!
I fell down on my knees and cried as despair covered me.
The police cars pulled up about thirty seconds later, but they had already missed him. He was gone. Nowhere to be found.
And he took my Chrissy.