Black Umbrellas

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~July 6th~

~Earth 16~

~Artemis~

~Palo Alto~

Black dresses, suits and umbrellas. That will be my living hell today. It's Wally's funeral. I didn't want to go but if I didn't people would treat me like a little porcelin doll who could break at any second. I'll give you a hint, I won't. Today is Wally's funeral. And I'm not going.

For the past 3 hours everyone has been calling me asking me to remember the time and place of the funeral, but I won't go. He was dissentigrated, there is no body, so why do I have to go a funeral with an empty coffin. I'll be visiting it enough to throw tantrums in the middle of the night when I'm drunk so, that tells you a lot about my personality.

Mary called me last night, asking me what I wanted to put on the gravestone. I put her on hold for 2 and a half hours. I spent about half of that time in the shower. I don't know when I was younger and my dad would go into a rage I would take a shower. I was safe there so I just always feel safe in the shower, I know it's weird but when everything in your life is full of pain, then 10 minutes of hot water can make life a whole lot better. Anyways when I got out I see a sentence that is readable because of the steam. To die would be an awfully big adventure -James Barrie. Babe, it was an adventure but can you just stay and love me for a little bit -Wally. How could Wally do this to me? He left me. He left me all alone, I guess I deserved it. I did leave him.

I called Mary back, apologized for the wait then told her what we wanted to write on the gravestone. It was perfectly imperfect.

I know someone will come to bring me to the funeral, I just hope it's not M'gann or Conner. I don't want a mind reader or a person with X-Ray vision coming to bring me out of my hiding place. There is an old painted over dumbwaiter from our apartment to the one downstairs. One day I was having a bad day and punched the wall (Wally had forgotten Valentine's day for the fourth year in a row) and I literally punched through the wall. It was an old dusty dumbwaiter. Being like Alice in Wonderland I crawled into the dumbwaiter, and brought myself down to the space between the two floors and stayed there, of course Wally found me (there was a gaping hole in the wall) and ferried me back up and apologized a lot. Now that's where I go whenever I need to hide or be alone. I had Zatanna put a spell on it so it looks like it's a solid wall but it's really a little door to the dumbwaiter. No one knows about it but me, Wally and Zee. So now I'm binging Game of Thrones on my laptop in a dumbwaiter between the floors in an apartemt building in Palo Alto. How has my life come to this.

~Earth 16~

~Zatanna~

~Palo Alto~

To be honest I wasn't that suprised when the league asked me to bring Artemis to Wally's funeral. Artemis normally punches her problems. But you can't punch someone who's not there anymore. No one will be able to convince Artemis to go, she's as stubborn as a mule. Wally had to literally carry a screaming and kicking Artemis to both Jason and Tula's funerals. It was actually out of both of their characters entirely. Wally standing cool and collective soothing Artemis in a tux, while Artemis was being carried bridal style by Wally shrieking and kicking Artemis in a tight black dress. The same couple who on an average day are eating pizza in sweatpants and Wally's shirts doing homework on the couch, while Wally was whining about how complicated latin or art or whatever (Wally thought physics was easy, and thought naming colors was hard) while Artemis was sitting there with a pencil in her top bun sighing.

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