Unhinged Desire (Unedited)

As Good As Dead

Chapter Eight

~Tee's POV~

Dark, deep rings around those once happy brown eyes. Her skin, what once was a lovely shade of heavenly honey was now a pearly bleached color. Her face, which was cutely rounded just a week ago, was now angular and blotchy. Looking in the mirror, I couldn't even recognise myself. How can one change so drastically in just one weeks span? How about having your older sister brutally murdered? My body trembled at the thought, "fuck you, brain." I miserably cursed.

Looking myself over, I deemed myself ready. I decided to wear the dress Nikki bought me earlier this year when she took Vi and I christmas shopping. It was a cute black princess dress, that had sheer fabric on the little quarter sleeves, and just above the trimming on the end of the mid-thigh dress. Accompanying the dress is a beautiful pearl necklace with matching earrings. After stealing Nikki's headband she used for her winter formal, I had placed that delicately on my head full of my naturally loose curls, admiring the fluffy flower on top. Looking back up to my face in the reflection, I sadly smiled, with tears in my eyes. "I miss you Nik.." I whispered, wiping the tears off my face. Deciding it would be ridiculous to cake my face, since I will more than likely be crying my eyes out, I just wore waterproof mascara and some deep red lipstick.

"Girls, are you ready?" I heard mother weakly yell up to us. Without answering I paddled over to my messy bed and sat down. Sighing, I bent down to grab my black faux leather and sheer heels, strapping them on. Standing up, I checked myself over in the mirror one last time, "Guess this will do." I then shakily made my way to the hall. After closing my bedroom door, I see Vi also making her way out. Memories flash through my head, those voices. Our voices. It wasn't a dream, no.. I didn't see anything. It was pitch black, nothing to be seen. All there was, were our voices. It felt so real, I felt the emotion. It was as if.. I were living through Vi's dream. I can hardly explain it. Do I ask her about it? Should I bring it up? Deciding that now definitely was not the best time, I occupied my mind with something else- her appearance.

She, just like me, looked like shit. It was obvious that what happened with my sister, who was a sister to her as well, sent us all into depression. She was sporting a simple black skirt dress, with black wedges. She set her long golden honey blonde hair in an elegant but messy braid laying on her left shoulder, with a simple black rose clip holding her bangs back. Going with the natural look, like me, she only wore mascara and deep violet lipstick. Reaching her unsteady hand to me, I grabbed it and gave her an unconvincing smile. Fixing her bracelet and rose ring, she set her shoulders up, as if preparing herself - and we made our way down stairs to join the rest of my family. "You two look beautiful," Omar came up to us and kissed both of our foreheads, softly smiling down at us. "I love you guys." Little Iris mumbled into my stomach as she hugged both Vi and I. Both of us wrapped an arm around her tiny shoulders, "We love you too, kid." Vi promised, caressing the back of Iris' head.

"Mom, we will all be okay," I looked up to see my little brother Mickey soothing my sniffling mother. Walking over to her, I opened my arms and ushered her into my arms, hugging her tightly. "I love you, momma bear."I lightly weeped. I felt her nod a few times through her sobbing. "Okay, everyone. It's time..." Omar informed. Mom squeezed me one more time before letting go, "I love you, rose bud."

Here we go.

Stepping out of the car, we all grabbed one another. I grabbed Vi's hand, as did Mickey, and Iris grabbed mine. Mom and Omar linked arms, looking at us kids mentaling asking 'Ready?' I doubt any of us actually were, but yet, we all nodded. Taking a deep breath, we walked up the steps and into the church.

"We are here today to seek and to receive comfort. We would be less than honest if we said that our hearts have not ached over this tragedy. Miss Nicole Quinn was loved by many, and she will be eternally in our hearts." The minister started. I tuned out, trying to think of who could've done this to my sister. Why would someone do this? What kind of monster just rips someone's throat out?