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Catra's Eulogy

"Shadow Weaver passed away December 2nd, 2021 of a fatal heart attack. She was only 62. She was a beloved friend, talented producer, and most importantly – my mother."

About a few weeks had passed since her death, but Catra remembered that night like it was yesterday.

Without even thinking, she left Adora stranded in that parking lot, booking it to find the nearest taxi to drive her to the hospital. She burst through the doorway and pushed past the people in line to get to the receptionist.

"Where is she!? Where is Shadow Weaver!?"

The nurse didn't look up at her, but instead replied in the most monotone voice, "The visitor center is to your left, you will have to fill out a form and then wait for a doctor–"

"Don't fucking try to tell me that you don't know who I am. I need to see Shadow Weaver now."

The nurse lowered her glasses, her eyebrows raising once she recognized the feline standing in front of her, "She's on the second floor. Room 10."

Catra nodded and rushed up the stairway, fighting back tears. For years she had wished death upon her wicked mother, and now that it was finally happening she had wanted to take it all back. It wasn't supposed to happen yet, not like that anyway.

Catra panted as she entered the room, but her breath hitched once she caught a glimpse of her mother. She was left stunned. This cruel, evil figure that had seemed so menacing throughout her entire life had never seemed so weak. Catra would never have believed it if someone had told her before then that her mother would die that way.

"Mom?" She asked, walking up to her bed.

The beeping from the heart monitor echoed across the room. Catra tried to get used to the sound, knowing deep inside of her that eventually it would stop.

"Catra.." Her mother breathed out, her voice was quiet and raspy. She coughed twice, causing Catra to run to her side.

She chuckled, "I didn't think you were going to come."

"I didn't think I would either." Catra admitted, rubbing her arm nervously.

Catra cleared her throat, looking down at the eulogy she had written down. She didn't even dare to glance at the open casket in front of her. She wasn't ready to admit the obvious to herself, even weeks after it occurred.

She had other matters to keep herself distracted anyway, as unpleasant as they were.

"Most of you probably know me as Shadow Weaver's daughter anyway, and if you don't then you probably recognize me from the pictures of Adora and I having sex outside of the 'Fright Zone'! Yup, great legacy you left mom. Hope I made you proud."

Catra's sarcastic grin faded, "Those were actually the last words she said to me."

The murmuring audience (who hadn't gotten over her previous comment) quieted down.

"It kind of took me by surprise. She'd never said anything like that to me my entire life..."

And she never would again.

Did she know she was lying on her deathbed when she said those words? Why had she waited until then to tell her what she'd been longing to hear her entire life? Did she truly mean it?

These questions circled around Catra's head, and she tried her best to look back into the day – hoping that this time her memories would answer them for her.

"Catra," Her mother said, placing her hand over hers, "You probably resent me, which is fair. I have not been good to you, but it was never out of hatred. The world is a ruthless place. I made you strong enough to handle it, which you did. And for that I–"

She sighed, "For that I am proud of you. I always have been."

Catra smiled, maybe this had truly been the happiest day of her life. Until it quickly became the most grim.

The familiar beeping noise in the background came to a still, and Catra couldn't quite recall what happened after that. All she knew was that suddenly the world had gone black and white, and since then it had never returned to color.

"She went out happy at least." Catra looked down at her paper, her hands beginning to tremble, "Which is.."

She looked up, "The last thing she deserved."

"I gave her that. I gave her exactly what she wanted like a goddamn fucking idiot. She didn't mean what she said, she just knew that she had been a shitty person throughout her entire life and that if she hadn't told me what I wanted to hear then the last thing she would've seen wouldn't have been a pair of heterochromatic eyes staring at her lovingly. I hate myself for that. I hate you!"

She looked at the casket once and for all, "I hate you!"

"You ruined me! You put me through things that no child should have ever gone through! And your excuse that 'the world is a terrible place' – it's bullshit! The worst was only a terrible place because you made it one. You have been exploiting me for as long as I can remember and now I am addicted to the same drugs that I was on advertisements for as a baby."

"I – I didn't even let myself be happy because of you. Adora was the only thing I had and I let her go so many times because you made me believe that I was worthless. And now she refuses to talk to me, she's too busy with her disgusting boyfriend Sea-Hawk to. And it - it's all your fault. Everything is all your fucking fault."

"The worst part of this all is that I still loved you after all of it! When you told me you were proud of me I felt like I finally had the connection I wanted with you after all of these years. All I wanted was that same love in return, and I was such an idiot for expecting you to actually give it to me. You only ever cared about yourself, your career, your stupid fucking legacy. Well guess what mom!? That's all gone. Because your daughter, the only thing you have left here on Earth, is infamous for fucking her female co-star in a parking lot. Yeah mom, that's all you've got. And I am so happy about it."

She spit on her casket, evoking a gasp from the guests, "Burn in hell you evil fucking bitch."

Catra didn't know, nor did she care, that whatever career she had left for her was completely decimated after that day.

It was all too freeing.

a/n: sorry this chapter was on the shorter side, but I really wanted to write an angsty catra monologue – i think she had been dying to get a lot of this off her mind. don't worry though bc these last few chapters are going to be really action packed!!

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