“Blake? Wake up, we have to get ready soon,” someone whispered in my ear and shook my arm. I looked up sleepily and saw it was Dad.
“Okay,” I mumbled. I carefully sat up. Dad just nodded and walked to the bathroom down the hall. I got up and grabbed my dress, ripped black tights, and my hair and makeup shit.
I quickly showered then blow-dried my hair. While my straightener was heating I slipped on my dress and my tights. I then applied a heavy ring of eyeliner around my eyes and winged it out a bit. I put on my black lipstick and locket. After I finished straitening my hair, I clipped a small, black mourner’s veil in my hair. I walked out of the bathroom and put on my black combat boot and grabbed my little black bag with the HIM Heartagram on it.
I walked downstairs to see everyone clad in black. Nothing too unusual. Until you saw everyone’s faces. Everyone wore a mask of sorrow. Even those who didn’t know Mum, like Blade and Savannah.
I walked over to Dad, who was sitting on the couch. He had six black roses in his hands. He handed me three and we all started walking to the car.
The drive was silent. I couldn’t sit still. Not like that was new news or anything.
We finally got to the cemetery. I looked over at Dad. He had tears streaming down his face. I felt so bad. I gently pat his back and climbed out of the car. +he eventually followed me and we walked over to the others. I just followed the crowd.
We stopped in front of a light grey, almost silver, headstone, an almost black headstone, and a dark grey headstone. I read each name.
“Alexander Wolf Black” the lightest one said. That was Granddad. Dad gave me his middle name.
“Carter Legacy Black,” the darkest one said.
“Ashley Kyle Paws,” the last one said.
I carefully walked over and sat my roses down first, as I have done every time we have come here. Everyone followed in suit. We then stood there.
“I miss you Cart. You should see how tall Blake is. The twins are doing well in school and have been accepted into colleges. Stayce is going to ASU and Z is going to Florida, you and Dad’s dream. I miss you, too Dad. And you Ash. You all left too soon. You were all s-so young,” Aunt Mee sobbed. She started to shake so Uncle Ash wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
Everyone took turns speaking. Eventually, it was Dad’s turn.
“Narwhal, I don’t know where you are or if you can hear me, but please know I love you. You are my only sister. I promised I would watch over Blake and I have tried my hardest to keep it. I couldn’t help but think of you the other day. I thought of the day that you and I had our first full-on nerdy conversation. I believe it was a debate on the Doctor and Daleks. I miss you Cart. Some time I just wish that this was all a dream and you would wake up. You and Blake would be living happily together with Ashley and Dad would even be there, too,” he whispered as tears fell down his cheeks.
I didn’t speak. I never felt that I should. I never met my mum, so I didn’t have anything to say.
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Sorry for short updates. i have been looking online for a new school all week and ive been sick. that is always fun, no? anyways.... sorry! i will try to get these updates longer, i promise!
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Mourning Star (Sequel to Unbroken)
FanfictionCarter's daughter, Blake Wolf, has grown into a (semi) mature young woman, who has a knack for getting into trouble. How will J and the bands keep her in line? Will she fall in love with The Prophet's son?