I hate black.
Right now I stand in the church around the corner of Lieben Street. And I'm wearing black.
I miss my sister. She was probably the only person in the world that actually cared about me. Tears spring. To my eyes as I stroke the coffin.
"You okay?" I hear Biscuit ask me. He stands behind me, his eyes puffy and red. He bites his cuticles.
I whip around, my mouth wide open. I shake my head. "Do I look okay, Biscuit?" I'm not trying to be rude, but what the heck. I don't need him sugaring me up at my sisters funeral before he yells at me for bringing my sister.
"Sorry, I-" he shakes his head. "Never mind."
"No... It's not... Your fault. It's me... I don't think I can face my parents now. My mother hates me already; she whipped me, you wanna see this scar? My dad doesn't even talk to me- I can't do it, Biscuit!"
"Hey." He wraps his arms around me. I get a warm feeling in my stomach. "It's gonna be ok, ok?"
I sniffle. "yeah."
..........
The light burns my cheeks as I step up to the podium under the glass window. I am supposed to be reading off of cards someone wrote me, but I was fuming in response to being forced to say words that didn't come from my heart. And that was exactly what is tell these people.
"Ahem! Um... Hi. I am Sara, annabelle's only sister, and I just wanted to read a speech from my words not some random writers speech. NO." I started shaking my head. The warm, bad type of tears fought to escape my eyes.
"I mean, I knew her. You didn't!" I screamed, across the room at someone random. "No! Not some idiotic writer who cared about her as much as I care about Governor Reinhard! NO." The tears escaped. I glared at my parents, my mother, who, instead of looking like she needed booze, looked angry.
Did she agree with me? Instead, I saw her spring from her chair. "Sara! You come down from there this instant! Now!" God, she looked pink as heck.
"Uh, uh. I don't think so, mom. You don't care about anyone except yourself, and I'm finishing my speech so you just sit down in your Goddarn chair and listen!"
That did it. She flew into a rage, her cheeks purple and her eyes screaming.
"I don't want you in my house anymore! You can't stay there! Go away! No one wants you-"
My father tried to grab her arm, and the residents flew into discussion, crying, and yelling. But I could barely hear anything.
I was just told BY MY OWN MOTHER to LEAVE MY HOUSE.
"mom..." I tried, but my words couldn't even escape. I stumbled down the stairs, past all the frantic people, and past Biscuit's worrisome look. He didn't even stop me. No one loves me anymore.
"F-fine.., I don't give-" I couldn't finish my sentence. I slipped on the wet stairs from the angry rain. I climbed onto the ledge that sat evenly across from the pillars, and lay my head on my arm. I fell quietly into a restless doze...
