They Call Us Delicity (Original) #Wattys2015

Chapter 9

Felicity~

Today's the day. My Aunt's funeral. It's been two days since we found the video and said our sorry's.

I clip my bangs back with a bobby pin. I puck up my dress and put it on. The shoulders are bows and it's tight on the torso. It's flowy at the bottom. I also have rights on.

I slip on my black Mary Jane pumps and clip them. I sit on the bench at the end of the bed and stare at my reflection. I applied dark makeup around the eyes like always.

But it's not like always.

Dan comes into the room and looks me up and down. "Beautiful." He says. He smiles. He's wearing a black suit and a black tie.

"I feel fat and ugly." I say.

He laughs. "You are none of those things. There is no way you could be ugly, and your like what, 120 pounds?"

"Yeah?"

"Fat people is like 200. Your pretty far from it."

"She wanted me to sing at her funeral. Her favorite song."

"What was that?"

"Wings, Birdy."

"That's a beautiful song."

"I'm going to suck."

He comes closer and sits down next to me. He wraps his hands around me. "If you suck at singing then I suck at YouTube and so does Phil. You don't suck, you'll be beautiful like you are now." I wrap my arms around him and we get up. We all fit in Ricky's Kia and drive off to the funeral home.

I watch the outside pass by. The trees and people are alive. I always try to remember that they look good but they rot inside. Kind of like right now, except now I look broken all together.

The colors blur together. The tears stream down my face. She was my mother. My mother would have wanted her to be. Since my Aunt couldn't have kids, my mother always said we were like hers and if something were to happen, my Aunt would have to take us in.

And that she did. I feel Dan's hand reach on too of mine. I grab it and look at him. His eyes make mine tear up and he brushes the tear away with his thumb. I smile and lean into his chest.

A few minutes later, we pull into the funeral home. We all get out of the car and make our way to the entrance.

A lot of shit has happened in the past couple of days. My aunt died, I opened up to Dan, we are practically dating, we all got hammered, we had to pay for that, and now this. The only moment in this whole trip I've been dreading.

The funeral.

A funeral is a finial goodbye to the dead. It's not to remember the dead, it's to have a "support group" about the dead. I noticed this when I went to my parents funeral. That was the worst.

I grab Dan's hand and walk into the home. When I walk in, the only face I see is t of my Aunt.

It's Clair's.

"Clair!" I cry. I run to her and pull her in for a hug.

"Hey Big City!" She says. "I'm glad your here now because we are about to begin. Here." She shows me a line of seats in the front. "Your Da-Uncle gave me the job as the Usher. These are your seats." We all file in and she hands us the activity planner.

I flip through the pages and come to see that I am on as the Eulogy. My mouth drops.

What the fucking hell? I wasn't told this!! How am I going to-