Finding Watson

Ein

Let the rain wash away, all the pain of yesterday

"You look lonely there Evelyn." Simon's raspy voice spoke as he approached me, I rolled my eyes as he was within one metres distance of myself.

"What do you want Simon?" I asked, Simon was a spoilt, self-centred brat who belonged to parents with more money than they could count. Unfortunately Simon also happened to be my poor excuse of a cousin. Simon stood tall as he took a sip from his coke can.

"Oh Evie, why can't you just believe that all I want is to comfort my cousin in her not-so glorious moments?" Simon bellowed louder than a cow itself, I rolled my eyes once more before tuning into my phone. Simon pushed on my right shoulder before letting out a loud tut-tut sort of noise. I glared at him, he infuriated me at most times. "Evie, this is a funeral not a some sort of party. If you are missing technology then why not watch the slideshow, it is a time to celebrate ones life you know!"

My focused turned toward the slideshow for a brief second; a picture of Dad and myself covered the screen, I looked back to my phone once more before shoving it back into my pocket.

"I'm not sure if you are aware Simon, but different people have different coping strategies. I would really appreciate it if you could butt-out of my life and only re enter when you have lost both of your parents!" I hissed before getting out of my seat, already had I started to choke back a cluster of tears. Simon had taken my anger as his cue to leave, thankfully, and walked over to his mother; my Aunt Marie. Aunt Marie was my least favourite aunty; apart from her snooty rich attitude she was quite a mean lady who only dressed in black. I am positive even her wedding dress was black.

My attention shifted to the slideshow that was drawing closely to the end. Before coming to the funeral I had repetitivley told myself I wouldn't watch it.

Before dad had died he told all of his family and friends he didn't want a funeral, but Aunt Marie insisted on one. I honestly believe it was because Aunt Marie wanted an exuse to wear black; it wouldn't suprise me one bit. I watched the screen intensly as it shifted from picture to picture, each time revealing a dad that seemed so distant to the one that left the earth only a week ago. I was not going to sugar coat it; after mum had passed dad had become an alcoholic. Often he would come home in his drunken state, his clothes would have alcohol splashes all over them and his breath would reak of the terrible liquid. In the end of his life he had become a stranger to me, but that didn't mean I didn't love him or it didn't hurt when he died.

As the music that was playing to the slideshow started to wrap up a picture so familiar with me lit up the screen. A photo of dad, mum, myself and our horse Watson. Watson was my angel; often when I had been having a bad day I would just sit with him for hours. I could tell him all of my secrets with the comfort of knowing he would never tell any of them. I really liked how it was back then; but as it goes all good things come to an end and just after mum had died from pnemonia dad sold Watson.

 "I'm terribly glad your father got rid of that old nag. T'was the best thing he ever did!" Simon spoke from behind me, I raised my left brow in intense anger before snapping at him.

     "Your going to wish you never said that!" I growled, causing people all around the room to turn heads. Simon stepped closer to me, I began to feel my body tighten. I hated people being in my personal space, it made me feel uncomfortable.

"Fine then. I apologize" Simon whispered, my jaw dropped to the floor in my mind. Simon never forfeited from his battles, even though there was sarcasm in his voice I couldn't help but feel shocked. "So, Evelyn. When do you move in with mother?"

I groaned internally.

"In nine days." I answered with pure hatred in my voice. The next few years of my life, I had predicted, would be a living hell. I was forced to move in with Aunt Marie. I had no doubts that my room would be black, along with my clothes, and my food. Thankfully I didn't have to put up with Simon, as he moved out with his wife Sarah only a few months ago. Still though moving in with Aunt Marie didn't excite me one small bit.

I got walked over to the trash can, throwing my empty Coke can into its mouth before turning to Simon.

"I'm going to head home now, better start packing boxes."

Simon nodded as he watched me turn to leave. "Oh Evelyn just remember, Mother has a maximum of three boxes. Your room will be fairly small."

How was I supposed to pack everything into three boxes. My life couldn't be packed into just three. I headed out the door, not turning my head to look behind me. As I approached the curb of the street I collected myself, before calling a nearby taxi.

I had more fears than not about my future. Usually I didn't let fear get to me, but I really worried about what living with Aunt Marie would be like. I had a feeling that it wouldn't be great.