Oakland Bones

Season 1: Episode 2

Elias Rivers (POV)

Cecelia was my girlfriend, and to me thats not what defined her. She was too amazing to be defined, now that amazing was gone. They say it was the knife that killed her, but by the look of her corpse, it looked like she died from shock. My dearest Cecelia was gone, and there was nothing I could do to help her.

Her family decided to have a closed casket funeral, my guess is that no amount of make up could hide the bruises and marks on her face. Sometimes I think I should keep my guesses to myself, but I couldn't care less about what I thought right now.

The funeral is held at St. Mary's Hill Church, a catholic one. Regular church goers got together to pay for a head priest from France. They call him Father Darnell. After his prayers and words, they'll have her eulogies, then her burial, then a final good riddance. Only to me, it's not good at all.

I sit through all the crying, and long speeches. My two big pet peeves. I hate crying and I hate people talking for longer than they actually should.

Cecelia would've hated it, she wasn't a fan of ordinary, which make me wonder, why did she like me? There was nothing extraordinary about me, and I'm not being pessimistic, I'm being realistic.

At the end, I leave without saying a word. I start to walk to Isabel's house, and to add on the cherry of it all, it's starts to rain.

"Shit," I whisper to myself.

"Want an umbrella?" Mitchell comes behind me with two unopened umbrellas.

Me: "That's depends, do you want a blow job for it?"

Mitchell: "I thought you were cool with me being bisexual, if I recall, you said it was the best thing about me."

Me: "Look, sorry, I just remember what happened last summer and what we almost did. I just use my insults to keep distance from us."

Mitchell: "I still don't get it, why do you want distance?"

Me: " I just don't want to turn out just like you. I want to keep everything normal, and I wanted to keep my feelings for Cecelia. I kept them, now I have to deal with dealing with feelings."

Mitchell: "It's okay, but since we're living in the same place now, I think we should at least be able to say good morning to each other."

Me: "Fine."

I take his umbrella and walk with him to Isabel's. And for once, I was right next to him, and the tension wasn't there.

Isabel was writing on the chalkboard in her room, and pinning pictures of dead bodies, weapons, and places on the wall beside her chalkboard. Her room looked like a scene from Scandal.

Mitchell: "What's up, Isabel?"

Isabel: "Not much, just doing the same old same old."

Mitchell: "That's cool."

Me: "Can you be more redundant, Mitch? She looks like she's on the verge of solving something. What exactly are you doing, Isabel."

She stops in her tracks to look at us. She steps back away from the chalk board and said, "voilà." Her arms are stretched out to the board like it was obvious, but both Mitch and I had faces filled with confusion.

Mitchell: "Explain."

Isabel: "Ugh, fine. Do you guys remember how I found Jackie Hilton's body a couple of days ago?"

Mitch and I: "Yeah."

Isabel: "Well, when I saw how the body was found, I noticed that it looked familiar. I-"