I found my mate, but he's a player

Feels Homey once again

Mya's POV

A week passed and Damon's funeral was today. I had gotten up and took a shower. I left my hair down into its natural brown wavy state, because Damon liked my hair that way. I grabbed a black dress that slightly proofed out. It had shiny slightly bright red lining for the trim.

I grabbed my liquid eyeliner and some black mascara to express how I feel today. I put the liquid eyeliner on like a cats eye. And for the mascara I put a little.

I looked at myself and I looked the same. Makeup doesn't really change my complexion my mom had told me. I grabbed some black flats and a red cardigan.

I walked to the kitchen to find my mom already dressed and ready cooking breakfast. I also saw my friends already dressed and waiting for breakfast.

"Hey mom, you don't have to make breakfast," I said.

" Oh, but the gang wanted some."  The Gang is what she calls my best friends.

She jestered to my best friends sitting at the breakfast table, looking guilty. They shruged and I glared at them.

" You don't have to make breakfast." I said sympathetically.

" Oh, its fine, it's taking my mind off of it anyway." She put her attention back to the blueberry pancakes, my favorite. I sighed. I went over to the breakfast table and sat on Erika's lap. I rested my head on the table, waiting for breakfast too.

" Hey, how are you?" Erika asked. I looked up to see the gang looking at me sadly. 

" Hmm, let me see," I paused and began to stroke my chin. " My mate cheated on me, my brother is dead, his funeral is today, my mom is depressed, karma should go take a vacation and leave my mom alone, how's your day?" I asked. They're sympathetic smiles turned even more depressing, and sadning.

" Hey, look I'm sorry." Erika started, but I interupted.

"I have to go to the bathroom," I got up and started to leave.

" Mya," Erika longed, 

 I got up and left the table to the bathroom. Going down the hallway, I sucked in a breath and let out some unshed tears. When I reached the bathroom, I closed the door behind me and sat down on the toliet. I rested my elbows on my knees as I cried in my hands.

Why? Was losing my dad not enough? Was my mate cheating on me not enough? Was my crying not enough? What wasn't enough for karma to keep on pushing? Pushing loved ones over the edge falling to their death? Is it a game karma loves to play from time to time with my family? Did I do something in the past that insulted karma, and now my family is paying the debt? Why, why does this happen to the people we love the most? Why does this happen to me?

I remember when my brother had lost his dog that he had since he was a baby. He was devastated. One time, I came in this very bathroom and saw he was drinking away his sorrows. He was only 16 at the time, so he made me promise not to tell a living soul, or I won't be one anymore. 

~Flash Back~

My eyes flutter open as I wake up. I look out the window and it's still dark out. I check the time and see its 2:37 o'clock in the morning. I stretch and realize the reason why I woke up was because I had to go to the bathroom. I quickly untangle myself in the vines ( which are actually sheets) and run to the bathroom that I share with my brother. 

I run in to see my brother,16, sitting on the bathtub side drinking a half filled vodka bottle. He looks up to see me standing there suprised. He patted the room on the bathtub side next to him. I sat down and looked up at him.