[Various x F! Reader]
Attempting to start a new life after reform school shouldn't involve the Tokyo Manji Gang.
Nor should it involve all the bullshit you were suddenly dragged through.
PART 2 IS NOW OUT
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A Flower Girl
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2000
The sky was crowded with dark clouds, not a sign of sunlight all day, or even a glimpse of rain. It was as if they who controlled the sky knew what was happening that day.
People were dressed in black to mourn the dead, all while experiencing the stage of denial that their loving cousin, niece, daughter, and mother was gone. They cried in each other's arms, wailing like newborns who were just birthed into the world of hell. Only this time it wasn't a child of his entering the world, but rather a child leaving it.
You never really thought of it that way, considering your father never made time for you guys to become religious people. Then you met your step-mother, who shared her world with you before it could get corrupted by others. Before you could learn there was a god whose children lived on earth, and then he who ruled the pits that punishes those of their sins.
The woman viewed that differently, by over a mile. That one day everyone comes back from the dead, created into something that provides for the earth. A tree that supplies air, flowering plants contributing to pollen, bodies of water for hydration of all kinds, and many more.
She was very kind to the earth, claiming her soul was indeed one with the soil. She carried around crystals, her body loaded with jewelry, and overall she was whimsical.
Yet here that same woman lies, facing the consequences to her poor choices.
Despite growing up learning her ways, you also heard from your brother and his friends their thoughts of the afterlife. Safe to say, nothing was sugar coated. If there was one thing you learned from them, it was that everyone was going to hell, including your step-mother.
You would never openly say that, especially when your brother stands next to you, strangely quiet as he stares at his mothers grave. It wasn't new to you that he wasn't doing good in the first place, for he lost another loved one not that long ago.
He fell into a deep depressing state, dropping weight faster than you could notice. You tried feeding him, ordering his favorite take-out, his favorite sweets, and everything more. Unfortunately, his case was worsening as the days passed.
Then here you were, dropped on his plate of responsibilities. For the past few months he's been moved back into his childhood home after learning your father was away on a job, and that his mother had just disappeared one day. He didn't have to, but he stayed,
You look over to the tombstone, studying the carved name and picture above it. You wonder if her features and personality changed after all the narcotics she took, or if they were the reason she was looney in the first place. Either way, it saddened you to think that the entire time she was gone, she was really losing herself to the world she worshipped so much.
