The Babadook X Female Reader (On Hold)

7

"I don't understand why we have to go to this stupid funeral. It's not like most of the people are going to care." You told your father.

Yes, today was the day of Kiana Marie's funeral. After you found her, and cried, your father came home and found the mess. He immediately called 9-1-1.

"Don't say that (Y/N)," father ruffled your hair, which he hasn't done since you were an infant. "Mary has done so much for you."

"Marie." You corrected.

You walked away from him and slipped on your black flats. You wore a silk short black dress with a lace lining that your father requested you wore.

Truth is, you didn't want to go to the funeral. You didn't want to speak to everyone like your father told you too. You didn't want to throw dirt on her grave. And you certainly did not want to have her family come up to you with anger and grief written all over their face.

But you did those things nevertheless because father told you it was the right thing to do.

"At this time, will (Y/F/N) please come and speak some words about Kiana Marie Dryden's kind service." The priest announced, and you walked up the aisle of people staring at you.

You had a paper that your father wrote which you were supposed to say. He always decides everything. You thought.

When you reached where the priest was standing, you unfolded the paper but folded it back after looking up and seeing everyone.

"Kiana was probably like a sister to me. I wouldn't know, I'm an only child. Kiana was probably like a mother to me as well. She took care of me every day, cooked, cleaned, read to me. My father, Herr Roëhm, wasn't home a lot because of his job but I didn't feel alone. Kiana was always there for me. We were kind to each other. Except, that's not the truth. The truth is, my last words to Kiana were words of hate." You took a pause, seeing your father's angry face. "We're a German family, you see, and Kiana was Jamaican. I guess you wouldn't mix our kinds. It drove my mother crazy but they ended up becoming friends. Not just servant and master. Kiana, to me, was- I just really love her. And I shouldn't have said those nasty things to her. She kind of deserved it though, she was acting like a bitch to me."

"Maybe that's enough." The priest said, placing a hand on hers.

"No, I'm not done." You said, looking into his eyes. You turned back to the crowd and saw how upset and disgusted and angry they were. "You know what? Fine. Kiana was a mess in reality. She drank and sometimes she would break one of mother's precious items she left behind. That's the truth. Kiana wasn't some princess or something. She was a mess. She was becoming an alcoholic. She- she was a DISASTER!" You shouted the last part.

You didn't mean to sound like a real rude person but it was what truest happened.

But seeing everyone's angry face and disappointed and disgusted faces, made you regret what you said. But seeing father's "you're in for it now" and "you disgusting foolish girl" and the "what have you done" and even the rarest "I hate you" face wrapped into one, made you want to run.

So, you ran. Leaving the funeral of frustrated adults and children.

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Sorry I haven't updated. I've been on a kind of hiatus. I hope this chapter is okay. Thanks for the estimated amount of 1.07k reads. It's appreciated.

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