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Chapter4

"It's a cruel and random world, but the chaos is all so beautiful."

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Allison, my Uncle Chris, Aunt Vickie, and I were in the car on our way to the cemetery. The car was filled with nothing but silence as we pulled up to the gate entrance of the cemetery. Outside I could see the place was crowded with reporters, local residents, and even policemen. Aunt Vickie turned around in her seat, smiling.

"Okay, girls...You are not to give any of the reporters a comment, understand? We don't need this thing to escalate bigger than it already has." She says and we nod.

I took my sunglasses from off of my head, put them on my eyes, and I got out of the car to be bombarded by a ton of reporters.

"Kat! How are you doing?"

"Kat, how does it feel to know that your Aunt murdered that many people?!"

Cameras were shoved in face and I was being grabbed by the arm. I turned to see Allison hooking arms with me. 'Thanks' I mouthed and smiled. We followed my Aunt and Uncle over to our seats.

"I knew this was a bad idea." Uncle Chris says to Aunt Vickie.

"Well, it wasn't my idea." She says.

"I tried telling him, but he insisted on making his point." Uncle Chris says.

"Well, when he gets here, he can deal with this." Aunt Vickie says.

"When who gets here?" I asked.

"Just sit down." Aunt Vickie says. Allison and I sit down in front of Kate's casket.

As I was in my seat, I wouldn't stop tapping my foot. I really wanted this to be over. Is it wrong that part of me isn't sad that Kate died? But yet another part of me is breaking down inside.

Buzz. . . It was a text. I tapped onto my screen.

From TheBabes(: :

[ I'm here:)]

I started to look around, but I didn't see him.

To TheBabes(: :

[What do you mean you're here? I don't see you.]

From TheBabes(: :

[To your right:)]

I turned to my right to see Issac, Stiles, and Scott. I waved to Issac. I nudged Alli and nodded in the direction of them. She smiled and waved to Scott who waved back. I noticed Isaac's eyebrows cringing together, I turned to see what he was looking at. From the corner of my eyes, I saw an elderly white haired man walk through the crowd of reporters and over to us. He looked strangely familiar and suddenly, his identity came to me.

"Christopher." The man says and hugs Uncle Chris.

"Gerard." Uncle Chris says.

Gerard hugged Aunt Vickie next," I'm so sorry." She says.

Gerard then turns to Allison and I." Allison, Katalina. . . You two have grown up to be such beautiful young ladies, especially you Kata--"

"Kat." I said correcting him.

"Excuse me?" He says.

"I like to be called Kat." I informed him.

I heard a chuckle come from behind one of the gravestones that Issac, Stiles, and Scott were hiding behind. Everyone else must've heard it too because their heads turned at the same time as mine.