Insanity (Sequel To Madness)

A Solemn Day

In the morning, I walk to Rebecca's house. She is having her father's funeral today meaning I should go help with as much as possible. I no longer wear heavy amounts of make up or my slim dresses that Shane had bought me. I'm back in my combat boots, I packed them even if I didn't expect to wear them. Out of respect, I wear a black top and skin tight black pants. Since my combat boots are dark anyways, I think they fit my character more and this occasion. The only make up I wear today is a thin line of eyeliner and some mascara to make my eyes look darker. It is a dark occasion after all. I knock on her front door and cross my arms lightly over my chest. Rebecca answers wearing what I would expect from her. Her silk black dress is down to her knees, long for her attire. Around her eyes is mascara that makes her long, fake eyelashes look thicker. Her long, blonde hair is curled and parted to the right side of her head. The dark gray eye shadow around her top eyelid suits her look well. She has on her 5 inch, black heels that make her just slightly taller than me.
"Oh, hey, Violet." She forces a smile onto her light pink lips.
"Hi, Rebecca." I answer her while still looking over her well drawn out outfit.
"My car is a bit late today." She comments while looking around the streets for her long, black limo that her father gave her to inherit.
"I can tell, but it makes things easier if we go together anyways." I explain while giving her a few nods.
"Is Mark coming?" She asks, changing the subject entirely while she looks around the area.
"He didn't think it was appropriate since he didn't know Liam." I explain, making my words sound calm and sincere. I need to be careful of my words here after all.
"Makes sense, I would still welcome him there as a type of support. But, that's why you're going, right?" She smiles and looks me in the eye.
"That was my intension, I also wanted to represent Shane. I know he would be there today if he could." I explain with a long, drawn out nod as the topic is delicate for both of us.
"I know, my dad and him were really close. I actually called him Uncle Shane when I was a kid. Everyone else in the room would be all respectful and call him 'Mr. Lancaster', and then me as a brat kid would shout 'Uncle Shane' across the room." She smiled and chuckled into her hand while she fixes her fake eyelashes slightly.
"Shane told me that they were best friends, and he never was the most social person... The fact that he had friends was kinda surprising honestly." I smile and twirl my hair between my fingers.
"As far as I knew, my father was Shane's only friend. It was even more surprising when we heard he got married." Rebecca laughs softly while biting down on her lower lip.
"So I heard. People tried to accuse us of having a fake marriage." I explain while softly shaking my head.
"Ridiculous people. That would never happen." Rebecca replies while looking me in the eyes once more, her lip escaping her teeth's hold on it.
"Yeah, he's just not that type of man..." I agree while looking away from her eyes just slightly.
"Oh, my car is here." Rebecca states as her eyes trail behind me to the street where I can hear the rolling of tires against the pavement. I nod and begin walking down her sidewalk towards the limo that sits on the road with us. Her regular driver, who I now notice has some bruises on the right side of his cheek, opens the limo door for us. I feed Rebecca a confused expression while we sit inside.
"What?" She asks curiously, most likely not understanding the reason for my expression.
"Why does he have bruises?" I question while gesturing towards her driver that is now back in his place in the front seat.
"Oh... He said that Mr. King knocked his out, but he didn't see Mark in the backseat. But, only the driver is able to open the limo door once its locked, I wanted to get that changed actually." She explains while her eyes get fixed on the small car door handles.
"So, Mark saw everything?" I ask in a type of shock. Rebecca turns her head towards me and gives me a string nod in response.
"Yeah." She adds while looking away again. "I did too." Her voice quivers at those words while she crosses her legs.
"I heard what happened to you, we need to punish Allan for it. Josh is already in prison, and Allan deserves to be there too." I state while giving myself multiple nods.
"Yeah, he should, but he's already covering his tracks and locking up District 6." Rebecca explains. "We shouldn't waste our time on him." Her voice is strong now, not how it normally is. She now has a certain edge to her, not her usually bubbly attitude.
"Perhaps." I shrug and look out the window while crossing my legs. We pass by many roads that I've probably walked on in my time in the apocalypse. There are few Eaters on the road, which is why we normally traveled on it. There is a thick forest on the side I'm on, the evergreen color is bright and looks powerful almost. Suddenly the limo takes a turn left and drives along a dark gray, rocky road. It looks very recently manmade, which is unique since you don't see that very much anymore. I can hear the sound of the tires against it and then we stop next to a few other cars, but none are nearly as nice as Rebecca's.
"Ms. Cooper, we have arrived." The driver announces while pulling the key from the ignition.
"Thank you." She replies. The driver allows us both an exit and we step out. Rebecca's heals don't look the right style to walk on this type of ground, but she doesn't seem to care. Although, I can't say I blame her, this isn't the occasion to complain about yourself. We walk to a large, white building that looks similar to the location Shane and I got married at. It is most likely a church as well, which is interesting. I never thought Rebecca to be the religious type, but perhaps her father was. We walk inside, men pulling the wooden doors open for us almost automatically. There are dark red rose petals lining the floor and rows of seats in a church like manner like I expected. At the end of the hall is a large, dark brown casket sitting atop a long, marble block. Next to the casket sits a large, framed photo of a man in a field. His face is strong, from his jawline to his expression. His hair is a dark brown, almost black but n quite there. His eyes have a certain power to them, the bright hazel almost glows out of the picture towards me. I hear Rebecca sniffle up her tears at the sight of the room and everything inside it.
"That's my dad." She smiles an points her finger towards the picture.