Broken (Edited edition)

Funeral

It's raining in Boston, pouring actually. Lots of people come to the funeral, and we're standing around Todd's grave. Mark and I are in the front, since I'm family, and are standing near the priest." Todd was a straight A student until he dropped out of college to take care of his younger sister. He was a bright young boy, who died a mysterious death." I sort of smirk at that, and I pull my sleeves down a little bit more. I'm wearing black jeans, black sweater, and a black jacket with hood. Mark's wearing a black suit, and he's holding an umbrella above our head. The casket is a shiny black color, and there are white tulips on top of the top. Our plane got here late, and we got here right after people talked about Todd.

The priest continues to speak, and I look down at the ground.  All of his words were lies, every last one.  Nobody knew about my scars, about how traumatized I was all these years.  I hold onto Mark's hand tightly, and feel him squeeze my hand back.  We both feel out of place, and wish to go back L.A.  The time passes so slowly, and I drift on in my thoughts.  I ignored everyone around, and just think for a long time.  After some time, I feel Mark shake my shoulder a bit." Come on,we're going into the church."  He says, and see everyone is walking toward the Church.  I follow close behind Mark, and we enter the Church.  Everyone is standing  with drinks and food.

Mark hands me a cup of water, and gets him a cup as well." So, where are your parents?"  He asks as we walk around the building.  I look around as we walk, and I shrug."  I don't know, I don't see them anywhere."  I say, and he looks around with me.  Then I see them, just standing near a  group of people.  They look calm, almost as if their child didn't die.  My mother is taller then my father, a lot more taller then me.  Her hair is bleach blonde, and her eyes the brightest green.  She's wearing a long skinny black dress, black heals, and silver jewelry.  My father is standing next to her, looking as sad as ever. He's wearing a black suit, and he has his glasses on.  He has dark brown like me, and dark brown eyes.  They're talking to the people around them, and are thanking people for coming.

"There they are."  I say to Mark, and point in there direction.  He follows with his eyes to where I'm pointing, then puts my hand down with his."  It's not polite to point."  Mark says, and we start walking over to them.  They don't notice me at first, then my father sees me."  Lyca!"  He says, and I smile at me.  He smiles back, and gives me a warm hug."  I'm so glad you could make it.  I've missed you so much honey."  He says, and I hug him back.  He lets go of me, and I stand next to Mark.  My Mother barely looks at me, she only looks at Mark."  Who is this?"  She asks, her tone very bored sounding.

"This is my new Guardian, I would like to introduce both you to Mr. Fischbach."  I say, my voice quivering a bit standing in front of her.  Mark notices this, and he holds onto my hand more tightly."  Pleasure."  My Mother says, and shakes Mark's hand."  So, you'll be watching after....her?"  My Mother asks, giving a me a disgusted look.  My Father glares over at her, then looks around the room."  Yes Ma'am, I've been given all of the documents that allows me to take care of her.  I have access to take her to different states, and to submit her into the hospital if she has any injuries."  He says, and Mother crosses her arms."  We don't need to her then?"  She asks, and Mark seems confused."  You don't care about your daughter?"  He asks, and she straightens up a bit."  You think I don't?"  She asks, and he shrugs.

"I don't know, would a mother care about her daughter when she locks her in the attic?"  He asks, and I look up stunned up at him.  My Mother's mouth drops open, and she looks down at me."  I don't know what you're talking about."  She says, and Mark glares at her."  You know exactly what I'm talking about."  He gets up in her face, and I yank on his arm."  Stop it!"  I whisper, and he stays where he is."  You should be ashamed of how you've treated this child.  You're a Godless woman."  He says, and I pull him away."  We're going to to get going now."  I say, and my Mother stares at Mark in shock still.