Don't Say I Didn't Tell You So

chapter 1

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 Picture of Lex on the side----->

By the way she starts off as sixteen it's not until later that she become seventeen.

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‘Henry Major. Age 35. He was dearly beloved by all and will be missed. He was a son, brother, uncle, friend, college,’ the priest droned on about things that really didn't matter.

 The fact was, my uncle was dead and nothing I could do would bring him back to me. Now this man who didn't know or care about him is sending him away. What do they say…? A good ceremony with family and friends, give the dead a respectful send off? Well, anyway it was something like that. We’re hardly respecting him with this guy up there. Sure it’s not like we have a priest in the family, but I’m sure someone goes to church. Couldn’t they just read something from the bible?

I scowled at the ground. My white hair contrasting sharply to the black dress and cardigan I was wearing. Oh and no, I’m not all that old. It’s all natural baby. I sighed, feeling everyone’s eye’s glaring angrily at me. People these days, don’t they know it’s rude to stare?

 ‘Even during the funeral,’ I mumbled under my breath.

‘Amen,’ everyone said simultaneously. Getting up from my seat, being placed at the front where everyone could glare at me, I made sure to keep my head down. The place my uncle was being buried was actually really beautiful, next to a giant old tree on a cliff and the cliff over looked the ocean. I’m truly envious. When I’m gone no one would even bother to bury me, nether the less put me in a beautiful place like this.

‘She’s the reason he died!’ a woman with brown hair and tanned skin cried, hands hiding her face. Sighing I lifted my head up.

 ‘Mother that’s hardly fare. I wasn’t even there when he died,’ I said to her, forcing a meek voice. Her face whipped up so fast I thought she would of got whip lash. Her moss green eyes glowed with anger. When her hand went back, I didn't even try to stop it. The sharp sting of the slap shot across my face. From how much that one hurt, I reckon that a red mark will be forming right about now.

Why couldn’t I just keep my mouth shut! You knew this would happen, things will only get worse from here and you’ll have caused it all. I reprimanded myself.

‘Don’t try to deny it!’ she spat. ‘We all know that you did it. He’s the only one who loved you properly and look where that got him,’ she sneered. ‘Dead!’

 Grief and pain washed through me. How dare she say that! I mentally screamed, while keeping a weak and hurt expression on my face. I love him more than I love my you! my own bloody parents! Besides you hardly knew the man, how could you say what killed him?!

‘Yes Mother, I was the reason he died,’ I ground out, lowering my head. Trying not to let my anger show.

 ‘See?!’ she screech, pointing a finger at me. ‘Even she didn’t deny it! I knew it! Someone should call the police on her!’

I stiffened, almost losing control of my emotions. Police?! Like I could even deny it! I’ve already had one slap today, like I want another one! What kind of mother would set the police on her own daughter?! Oh, that’s right. Mine. I thought sarcastically.

 ‘What did I do to deserve a monster as a child?!’ she wept. I clenched my jaw. Tasting copper in my mouth, I realised that I had bitten down on my cheek.

 ‘I don’t know what you did to get me as a child,’ I said slowly, lacing my words with apolgetic pain. She started screaming louder, as if that was possible. Apparently for woman like my mother, their vocal chords don’t break when they scream impossibly high. No matter how much I want them to, it’d be so much easier and funnier to see her try and abuse me without her voice.