Dead and Crinkled Flowers [ON HOLD]

Chapter Five: April 2015: Brooke

Brooke returned home from the graveyard around dinnertime, sniffling and wiping away the last of her tears. Her father and brother looked up at her as she shut the door and hung her keys on the hook. She turned around and smiled weakly. "Hi Dad."

"Hi, sweetie," her father said as he got up and embraced her. She absorbed the feeling of the hug and suddenly felt the urge to cry again.

"Hey, Brooky," her  comforted as he put his arms around her. Their father kissed her head.

Her brother was a freshman in college and had come down to visit during the break. The funeral was held the day he arrived.

He was tall and muscles bulged out of his arms. His hair was short and spiked up in the front. He was a classic blonde hair and blue eyes like his sister, but was lazier and sillier than her. The only way he grew was in height.

Her father was tall, but his son now was taller than him. His dark hair was in his classic quiff  and his green eyes that had once been young, had aged overnight. He also had muscles peaking out of his shirt, but tattoos swarmed amongst them, and his piercings were in. His hands were rough from working for years, but they still had a loving, caring touch to them.

"I want to go to my room now," Brooke said suddenly.

"Okay," her brother said withdrawing from her.

"Dinner is here for you when you're ready," her brother continued.

"Okay." Okay was all she could say before she ran upstairs to her room and started crying again. She threw herself on her bed and sobbed into her pillow. Despair and emptiness filled her heart. Memories of Zachary filled her head.

"So this is what a breaking heart feels like," she thought as she cried. "Like you're being pulled in every direction. Like you're empty and torn apart. Like you're dying slowly and cut up into a thousand little pieces."

She did not like the feeling at all.