Vivamus, Moriendum est (Rorschach x oc)

13. Man, what are you doing here?

Mary's P.O.V.

The chatters of the kitchen cut out immediately. I floated aimlessly into the room. Without meeting the eyes of either Irene or my mother, I moved to the cabinet. Rooting around for cereal of some kind.

"I know you're discussing me every time things go quiet like that." I snap at them.

"Of course, you do. You're not stupid." Bernice remarks equally as sour.

"We're having breakfast outside." Irene informed me. 

Having found the cereal, I grabbed a bowl to go with it.

"No thanks."

"Everyone would like to see you."

"They will. At the wedding." Fishing a spoon out of the draw I began the trek upstairs back to my room.

"Marya, food is not allowed in the bedrooms." Irene scolded.

"I don't like that." I muttered suddenly, stopping on the stairs. The hunger strike I had gone on was backfiring. Making me irritable and even more miserable.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Marya. I don't like it. Everyone else calls me Mary. Except you two." I snarled.

"Your name is Marya." Irene protests.

"I don't like being called that!"

"Where is this coming from?"

"It's coming from none of you ever listening to me! No one else ever calls me that. Yet, the both of you make a point to!"

"I don't appreciate your behavior." Irene said coldly.

I turned around. Holding my bowl up in the air.

"How's this for behavior?"

I threw it to the ground. Unfortunately, I stood over carpet. The bowl did not shatter like I had hoped. Instead, it wobbled a bit. Little bits of milk spilling over the sides. Like a little ship bobbing through a wave. My only satisfaction a bit of cereal making it to the floor with the milk droplets.

Irene seethed. Her face bright red and her eyes narrowed.

At that same moment the back door slammed. A sopping wet Geraldine stood dripping onto the floor. Which at least was tiled. Her hair and clothes clung to her. Her make up smeared. Becoming worse with tears.

"We have a problem." She wailed.

"Hm. Things were interesting a moment ago. Now we have your problems." Bernice, who had been following the exchanges of the morning with mild amusement, huffed.

Irene's face softened to mild irritation. "What's wrong?" 

"It's raining over everything we set up!" Geraldine wailed.

"It's alright. We'll get it inside and set it up again tomorrow."

"Tomorrow's the rehearsal dinner. We'll be crunched for time and-and"

Irene went over to her and awkwardly patted her shoulder.

"What's the point of having a spring wedding if the weather isn't nice?" Geraldine cried.

Irene did her best to comfort her. Though she kept her distance unwilling to risk her own outfit. It hardly mattered. Geraldine grabbed her and pulled her into a crushing hug.

As this happened five soggy figures shuffled into the kitchen. Seeking shelter from the rain. My siblings. Well, most of them. Toby and Leo had passed. Leo the more recent having happened only last year. And Marty was MIA. Having run off a few years ago. Bitter and jealous of the rest of us.