The Umbrella Days

Lets Get This Over With

Suddenly the front door opens and Alison walked in.

"Well, my day can't get any worse" I say glaring at Alison.

"Nice to see you too sis," she says dropping her bags by the door.

"I'd be nice to see you on fire." I say under my breath rolling my eyes.

I still haven't forgiven her for a prank she tried to pull on me when we were teenagers, and I dont think I'd ever be able to trust her. When people are around her they all bow to her wim because of her powers. How can anyone tell if what they want to do or think around her is really their feelings, or just a 'rumor' she puts in your head?

Either way I always have earplugs ready around her.

Alison turns to me and asks, "So anyone else here yet?" I point towards the study and she briskly walks away.

Good riddenence

Watching Alison as she walks away I sigh and shake my head. Why do funerals always bring back the worst memories?

I stood up and grabbed my bag. Unpacking my clothes sounds better then unpacking my feelings right now. As I head towards the stairs, I pass the portrait of 5 and I couldn't help but miss him terribly. Memories of our childhood days flash through my head like a storm. I hadn't thought about the old times or the people I left behind while I was gone, but being back in this house is stirring up every reason I had left.

Reaching the third floor, I walk down the long hall to the 5th door on the left. Pushing open the worn door, I see my room almost perfectly as I had left it. "Mom cleaned up a bit..." I say to myself, dropping my bag on the bed. Posters of My Chemical Romance, A7x, Rise Against, Slipknot and Simple Plan lined the walls. Binders of my poems, short stories and doodles filled the book shelves. The bed was a simple twin, but it had my favorite Star War sheets that I always wished I had taken. On the hardwood floor was a large blue rug with the constallations stiched in by hand.

"Mom always went all out for us.. " I said examining it in admiration.
I lay down next to my bag and look up at the ceiling where I had a oversized poster of my favorite guitarist of all time (and the cutest) Frank Iero. "What are we going to do now Frankie?" I ask the poster. Suddenly there's a knock at the door. "Unless you have ice cream, go away!" I scream.

"I don't have ice cream but I did miss you, jerk!" Vanya screamed back at me. I smiled, jumped to the door and threw it open. Standing in the doorway was one of my best friends. Vanya, 5 and I were aways inseparable (whenever we weren't on missions since Vanya doesn't have any powers). When 5 left Vanya was destroyed but I was always there for her like she was for me when Klaus broke my heart.

Grinning from ear to ear we embraced eachother like we hadn't in years. "I've missed you so much!" we both said at the same time. Laughing I move aside so she can come in.

"Wow, it's the same as you left it, but cleaner" Vanya said sitting on the bed.

"That's exactly what I said!" I said sitting across from her. I lean my back against the post and look up. " So, Klaus is here... "

She looked at me with sympathy and asked, "You still love him don't you?"

"I'll always love that idiot, but I'm not IN love with him anymore. Its been years, I'm sure he's a completely new person by now. " As am I.... "Do you think we're ever going to see 5 again?"

She signed and said, "I doubt it. It's been..... 17 years and we haven't heard anything at all. He's probably not even alive anymore." Vanya shook her head, "Nothings been the same since. "
I nodded feeling her pain.

"Diego and Luther just got here, so I'm sure were going to do the funeral soon," She said standing up.

"Ok, give me a min to change," I said as I stood up. She nodded and for a second we just stared at each other smiling.

"I've missed you so much!" I said throwing my arms around her again.

" Me too sis. "

We let each other go and she walked out of the room giving me one last smile as she went. I walked over to my bag and rummaged through it until I found the only dress I owned. Thankfully it was black, but then again so was most of my wordrobe. I slip it over my body and looked in the full person mirror next to my dresser. It fit like a glove, as any dress should, and came down to my knees. The sleeves went to my elbows before falling loosely in curtains of cloth. The neck line plunged down a fair bit, showing off the 'girls'. I threw my hair into a half bun and put my 'Always' necklace around my neck.

I turned and sat at the little desk by the window. Pulling my makeup bag out I grabbed my little mirror and quickly thew on some Smokey eyeshadow, eyeliner and lip gloss. Nodding at my reflection I say to myself, "Well, that's the best they're gonna get."

I walked back to my bag and grabbed my knee high lace-up boots. 'I'm sure Reggie would have LOVED these', I thought to myself rolling my eyes as I finnish getting them on.

Taking one last look in the body mirror, I let out a long sigh. I could almost see the little girl who used to live in this room. I shake those thoughts out of my head before leaving the room. 'That girl has been dead for the last 10 years', I thought. Just because I was back in this house doesn't mean I'm going to go back to being that shy, sensitive, scared little girl I used to be.

Standing at the top of the staircase I can hear everyone downstairs. 'Lets get this over with,' I say to myself.