After Death e.g.d

Memorial

I pull down my skin tight dress a little lower. The white lace complimenting my skin tone and my eyeshadow complimenting my green eyes.

My brown hair was down in loose waves and I put on some black heels along with my black jacket.

"Are you ready to go hunny" Andy says from the hall

"Yeah I'll be right out" I reply

I was going to attend my memorial today.

I head downstairs and wait for my dads too stop goofing around.

I see Max running down the stairs.

"Cloe sweety can you tell me which tie looks better" he says coming towards me

"I SAID THE BLUE ONE LOOKS BETTER" Andy yells from upstairs

"I NEED ANOTHER WOMANS PERSPECTIVE HUNNY" Max yells back.

I love my dads

"Blue" I say pointing to it

"Okay" he says before rushing upstairs again

"Ohhh so u listen to her but not me. I told you the blue looked better" Andy says to Max from upstairs

"And I love you for it baby" Max says again

They are such goals.

About 5 minutes later they come back down the stairs. They grab their coats and we go outside.

We get into the car and Andy starts it. We start to drive back to my childhood home.

We get onto the road and pull onto the side of the road to park. My house is the same from the last time I was here.
I really wanted to see my mom again. Actually have a conversation with her.

On the front door there is a sign saying

"Memorial in the back"

We go to the side and see the backyard door open. We head to the back and see many families. There is a giant tent set up with fairy lights out lining them. A picture of old me on the side of the massive patio. Candles and roses and other flowers surround the photo. Cards and people I never seen before send their prayers.

Tables scattered around on the grass with families sitting at them.

I look around and see the dolans family near the back. I haven't talked to either of the twins since the incident. It's been a couple of days but it feels like weeks. They don't need my toxic self in their lives. I'm changing them for the worse. I am going to stay out of the way.

Ethan looks up and makes eye contact with me. I immediately look away.

"Hi! Welcome. I'm y/n's mother Katrina. You can call me Kat." My mom says looking at my dads.

I turn away quickly and head towards an empty table. I take off my coat and place it onto the back of my chair.

"Hey" Grayson says sitting down next to me. I look towards him and look back down.

"Sup" I say taking a sip of my Coke.

"Cloe I'm so sorry. You never deserved what Ethan said. You have been nothing but nice to him and all he's been is a complete ass. He is truly sorry" he says sincerely. He places his hand over mine. He stares into my eyes then glances down to my lips.

I pull away and place my hand on my lap. I break eye contact and look away afraid I might cry.

"It's okay Gray. I just don't think we should be friends anymore." I say my voice cracking as tears threatened to fall.

I look back up at him and I saw something break in his eyes.

"I'm sorry I have to go" I say quickly getting up from my seat and going inside through the patio doors. I head upstairs to go to the bathroom.

I walk by my old bedroom. The door is slightly cracked open.

I look at the shelves of photos. Pictures of me and my mom. Trophies from the 3rd grade spelling bee.

My mom was so proud of me. She wasn't able to come because of a date she had with a business man. I remember crying because everyone else had their mom and dad. I had neither.

I looked at the desk. It had some yellow scrunchies along with a pair of spare glasses. My heels move along the soft purple rug I used to study on.

I look over to the closet. My old outfits neatly hung up. My green Elvis Presley  sweater. I get out of the closet.

"What are you doing in here" Someone says

I look at the door startled and see Ethan. I look down at his hands to see what he was holding.

A bouquet of daisies.

"I was looking for the bathroom and I saw this room." I say

I look back at the photos.

"I'm sure she was grateful for you Ethan." I say softly

"Why would she be? I couldn't save her" he says placing the bouquet on the pillows.

"Ethan you can't keep blaming yourself. You couldn't have known what she was going to do. It's not your fault" I say to him placing my hand on his shoulder

He looks down at my hand on his shoulder then back up at me.

I take my hand off and start to walk towards the door behind him.

I feel myself being pulled back by my hand and I'm met with Ethan's face inches away from mine.

My hands go to the sides of his face and I stare into his eyes.

He grips my wrists and throws them down.

"I should've known" he says aggressively before walking out the door and leaving me in awe.