The party.
I don't tell my sister or my mother about my grandmother, mostly because my mother won't care (especially since it was my father's mother and not her own) and my sister doesn't need the stress.
It wasn't like they were ever focused on seeing her or taking care of her, I did all of that and I wasn't even that great at it.
I actually really fucking sucked at it and I'm not afraid to admit that.
Plus grandma's neighbor said she would come by and tell the other two when she dropped by to give me the ashes. Which I have no clue what to do with because I have never dealt with ashes and nor did I ever think I was supposed to, but now we'll have all of my grandmother's things in our house.
That includes my grandfather and I have no clue why she didn't just throw him away because I would have. In less than a heartbeat I would throw my grandfather out.
But I try not to focus on that right now, I try and focus on the party that is going on around me right now. It's a mess.
There are kids making out with whoever is willing to make out with them because they are desperate, high kids, drunk kids, and one kid is passed out on the couch?
One thing that catches my eyes is Seth kissing some girl from across the room and Seth is standing from the other side watching him, hurt in his eyes mostly because they are blood shot. I can't tell if it's from crying or alcohol but either way they are very, very red.
Marcus out of all people does not deserve this. He has a pure heart and pure soul, he isn't sick, he's just. . .
Lost.
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