My eyes followed the first drop of rain that had fallen onto the pristine glass window. Each water droplet after that one hit the window so rhythmically and peacefully that I felt my eyelids failing me and that I had almost forgotten my surroundings.
Almost.
I had almost forgotten that my father and I were visiting my brother. I have dreaded this day every waking moment for the past seven years. Begging, preying, hoping and wishing it could be removed from human existence. But alas it wasn't, and every day for the rest of my joke of life, I will always have to visit him.
My father's sports car had parked itself in the deserted parking lot and the engine purred as it turned off. Dad's cold hazel eyes turned to meet mine and dad gave me a sad smile. "Are you ready?" he calmly asks. No. My answer has always been no, and will forever stay that way. In response, I opened the butterfly door of the cherry red car, zipping my black North Face jacket and adjusting my thin black scarf.
The change in air startled me, but I soon became familiar with it. Coating the usually bright blue sky was a thick blanket of dark grey clouds, threatening to rain again.
Dad placed his colossal hand in my small one, surprisingly comforting me as we made our way into the cemetery. "Why don't you like visiting him London? It's almost as if it is a chore for you," Dad says wistfully. The grass appeared to be almost as dead as the people six feet under, as it was browning and crunching satisfyingly as we walked, the noise filling the air. The gates gaurding the tombstones rusted even more since last year. God, I hate this place.
"It hurts," I finally reply.
Within an instant, he spoke. "It's bound to hurt London, but he still is your brother. Dead or alive," he snaps, clearly losing his patience, ending the conversation dramatically.
Dad always has got to have the last word, whether he picked the fight or not, much like Dane did. He must have gotten this trait from dad, as well as many other qualities. When he and I were six years old, he accused me of stealing from his candy stash. This had obviously been far from the truth as he had eaten his chocolates the night before. When I had tried to reason with him, he simply exploded, screaming crying and yelling until dad returned home with more chocolates. Dane gave me a penetrating glare and spat "You are still a thief London", and with that, he left for his room, chocolates in hand.
I began to laugh at the memory of Dane, as we neared his gravestone. Dad shot me a piercing look, mirroring Danes glare, only making me laugh more. "Would you quit laughing in a graveyard. How morbid are you?" Dad immediately silences me, releasing my hand.
I walked towards Dane's gravestone and crouched, hearing my knees crack as I did. I rested my hands on the sides of the cold limestone and trailed my eyes up to face the name written. Dane Lennox Chaser. I began to talk.
"Hey Dane, It's your sister. Mom is still gone. Probably to a less broken home. So dad remarried Rosaleena. I don't suppose you remember me talking about her three years ago? She has two twin girls our age, Mackenna and Aliza. I don't think I mentioned them last time, but you would love them. You should have seen dad at the wedding, he was absolutely smitten." I lightly chuckle. "I'm still with Greyson. He's perfect and in a month, we will be celebrating our first-year anniversary" I sigh as I thought of him. He really is perfect. "To be honest, I don't know what happened with dad. But ever since he remarried, he became an asshole. A rich, money invested asshole. Also-" I was cut off by dad telling me to make a move on.
"Dads gonna throw a fit if I don't hurry, I'm sorry. Goodbye Dane, I love you."
As I stood up, I noticed something. For the first time ever I spoke to him without shedding a single tear. I spoke for at least five minutes without hearing my voice break. It wasn't relief I felt. It was numbness.
I felt numb.
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Dead Roses
Teen FictionAs the wind howls and the rain falls on the cracked pavements and newly built rooftops, London's life is slowly falling apart at the seams leaving her feeling numb and dead inside. Only one individual has been capable of piecing her life back togeth...