S2 - Runts Of The Litter

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A FEW DAYS LATER

At some point in our lives, there are losses that rearrange the world. Certain deaths that change the way you see everything and grief that tears everything down. The pain that transports you to an entirely different universe, even while everyone else thinks nothing had really changed. As far as I can see, grief will never truly end, atleast not for people like me. I've continued to selfishly live on and enjoy the oportunities life brings but when the day gets quiet and the people finally go to sleep, it's those few hours of complete stillness that strike the deepest parts of my heart.

I've learned to deal with death, to welcome it with opens arms and walk alongside them when the time were to come. But even when I've learned to deal with them, you never truly forget. Because somewhere deep within the walls of my heart the pain they left behind will always linger. It'll burn like a flame, and it'll only die once you get too close and weep. And even though some pains can never be cured, no matter how much times passes by, it'll linger at the bottom of my heart, bubbling until I've finally let it in.

But that was not the case for me today.

Because today was Kate's funeral, and as a request from the head of the Argent family, Gerard had sent a formal invitation.

Standing at the foot of my mirror, tugging and smoothing out the wrinkles of an old black dress I had still hung up in my closet, there was this curtain of disbelief as I stared at myself. The memories of a small more younger version of myself as I prepared to mourn the death of someone that deserved to live a long full life. To go off and make memories that would outlive them at the end of their life, but here I was. Stalling myself from stepping out of my room to mourn the death of woman I grew up only to fear. A woman who deserved a 5 by 7 cell rather than a polished casket.

Grabbing my coat and scarf from the dresser, the door to Scott's room had creaked open, letting out a strip of light on the floor before his face appeared from around the corner.

"Are you going to stop me from going too?" I mumbled, pinning my earrings in.

"...maybe. Who's the other?"

"Emma and Dani...I had to tell coach that I had an appointment with the OB just to let me go."

Fixing my hair and pulling it from underneath my scarf, I walked out of the room with Scott still trailing behind me until I reached the foyer where I caught my mom sitting at the breakfast table.

"So, do you know who else is going?" Scott asked, just as our mom scooted her chair back.

"I think the better question is why are you still going?" She added.

"...I was invited, Mom. And it's not like I can say no."

"Um, you can...because I taught you how. I don't know why you have to go in support of that...woman."

"I'm not supporting her...I'm watching her get buried, which is much nicer to where she actually belongs." I mumbled, swinging my purse over my shoulder as I reached for my keys.

"Well, if you're going to a funeral you might as well go in a nicer car."

Rolling my head back, I heard the jinggling of keys echo behind me as my mom held them between the three of us.

"Are you sure?"

"As long as you full up the tank, it's all yours."

"Don't you have work?" Scott asked.

"I have the night shift so I expect it back before 6."

"...yes, Ma'am."

Craddling the keys between my fingers, I turned to swing the door open, catching the morning breeze rush between my legs as I stepped out into the porch.

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