Star Nights Gaze

Cemetery

"Ryan! wear black. We are showing our respects." My mother demanded.

"Then why does she not have to?" He asked, complaining and whining at the same time. Wow, pointing the finger at me, are we?

"I'm wearing black jeans and a bracelet. I don't feel like wearing a choker and eyeliner too." I teased, but at the same time... I'm serious.

"Ouch. I don't want to be you either." Andrew budded in.
"Fine. But this ain't over." He threatened, pointing, and walked away backwards. Trying to be cool. Underline the word try. Maybe he's trying to lighten the mood. I mean are visiting the cemetery we buried our dog that dad murdered.

~ Don't want to suffer car rides do we? ~

We stood in front of his grave. I can still remember how dad through him to the wall. The yelps and pleas he cried. We couldn't help. otherwise... it would've been one of us on that wall coughing blood. How long ago was that? I think Alex was two, so...almost five years ago.

' Why did we name him Fido? '
' We all wanted something unique. Except dad. '

Minutes later, we were filed up and ready to leave. Then I noticed that they lined the pet cemetery next to a actual graveyard. Huh.

"H-hey, mom... how l-long of a
w-walk are we from here to
h-home?" I hesitantly ask my mother. Weird I haven't stuttered in so long, and then, all of a sudden it comes back. Is this normal? Am I getting over it?

"About 30 minutes to an hour. Why?"

"I wanted some fresh air before I got home." It may be a lie, but doesn't need to know that. Judging from her face she doesn't believe me, but decides not press on the matter.

One sigh, and I knew my answer.

"Don't be a idiot and get lost, please."

That's all I need to hear.

"If I do, I'll call you guys to get me." I'm a cheeky devil.

Going, going...gone.

I carve my way through the cemetery gates, and the passing grave stones. I am a bearing witness to my drug lord, bent on his knees in front of one of the head stones. His hands clinched to his face as he wept.

"I hear my shoulders are pretty comfy. Would you like to try them?" I got down on my knees in an instant for him. He hugged me and cried, like a baby wanting his milk: loud and endlessly. I caressed his back with my right hand, and gently cupped his head with my left.

' His hair is so soft. '
' I wonder what cologne that is. '