No Heroes Left Behind (Book 1)

Chapter Twenty-One: 99 Problems

I had been invited to Indigo's funeral which was held a week after his death. His wife made contact with Ghost and I and wanted us to be there since we were so close to him. Indigo's wife, Jenny is her name, assured us that all the people at the funeral know about Kurt being Indigo so it won't come as a shock to anyone that two heroes are showing up.

Jenny had asked us to speak at his funeral. She said that he used to think of us as his own kids and would come home from spending the day with us full of stories and admiration for us. This made my cry.

When Ghost and I are called to speak, Ghost asks me to speak first. So I do.

"Indigo is like Ghost's and my superhero father. He trained us, guided us, and turned us into the heroes that we are today. It is a great loss to our community and we are all bearing heavy hearts. But, his legacy will not be forgotten. He will live on through memories and through us. When you see us fighting, think of him."

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I stare up at my ceiling, feeling lost in my thoughts, and I've been doing this a lot lately, ever since the Sinister incident. My brain in non-functioning and I've missed a few days of school because of it. My mom is getting worried because she thinks I'm depressed. And, maybe I am. It wouldn't be a surprise considering everything I've just gone through. But she doesn't know that. She just thinks I'm being a hormonal teenager.

I hear a muffled knock sat my door and I sit up slightly in my bed. "Come in." I say softly, my voice raspy from not talking for hours. 

The door opens slowly, creaking as it swings back on the hinges. As it opens fully, Erin, Milo, and Landon are revealed from behind it. I roll over on my bed and pull the blankets up and over my head with a groan.

"Oh no, no, no." I hear Erin say, then footsteps approaching the bed. The covers are swung back revealing my bare legs, cause I'm wearing shorts, and I shiver instantly.

"Hey!" I grumble in protest and Landon jumps on the bed beside me, making himself right at home and grabbing me in a hug. I narrow my eyes at him and he just ruffles my hair in response.  I turn away from him, ignoring his arm around my neck, and bury my face in my pillows.

Erin sighs. "Come on Lottie." She pleads. The bed shakes, meaning she just jumped on it. I groan again. Then someone tickles my side. I let out a high pitch scream and instinctively jump up, making myself roll right off my bed and land on the floor with a loud thud. Milo laughs, almost collapsing to the ground and I stand up from the floor and smack his arm.

"That was for pinning me to the floor when Erin tickled me almost to death." He manages to say between laughs. Erin rolls her eyes and mumbles something about him being a wimp.

I flop back down on my bed next to Landon and stare at my ceiling again. There's nothing special about it, but it's something simple to focus on. I need simple.

"Okay, Milo, Landon," Erin says in her authoritative voice, "get out," she orders. The boys exit the room slowly and go into the living room. 

Erin shuts the door and locks it and I watch her as she moves to come sit on my bed  beside me. "Do you need to talk?" She asks softly, and so I do. I tell her everything that happened, from start to finish. From The Whisperer coming to me, even to the part where he kissed me, and to when I exploded and sat in the alleyway frozen in time until dark and then Rancor found me. She sat in silence almost the whole time, listening, hanging on to every detail.