《Prologue》
Today is the day im supposed to close a chapter in my life. Seal it shut and move on. While everyone around me is forcing tears and relaying condolences they got from the internet, i remain calm. On the outside. Inside a storm is brewing. Slowly but surely. Tendrils of darkness, whisps of smoke from a smothered fire; spreading throughout my body and eclipsing the naive little girl with a hardened version of myself. Perhaps the real version of myself. I look at myself in the mirror and see a corpse staring back at me with sucken-in cheeks, dark circles and red eyes raw from crying. Ah well, it'll have to do. The dress i wear is black of course, has long sleeves, a white peter pan collar and comes up just above the knee. I thought it would fit perfectly for the look i was going for; the "grieving little sister". But i stopped grieving a long time ago. Now a new emotion burns through my soul. Anger. Brushing some lint off my dress i go to open the door.
At the cemetery, i watch as the last of family and friends leave. Mum and Dad left soon after the initial ceremony, they took Kayla with them. Shes only four and mum didn't like the idea of her being in a cemetery too long, she's superstitious like that. Kayla was adamant enough to come with us that she threw a tantrum right before we left. But i think even she was glad to leave after the ceremony.
We stand, side by side,in front of the grave - still a deep hole left to be filled. We don't say anything to eachother but i know that he's thinking the same as me. Our brothers death shall not be in vain.
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