Old and New

Chapter-14

Growing up, I had only been to maybe two funerals.

The first was my foster sister. While I had tried to deal with what we both had seen in our short ten years of living, she, sadly, couldn't take it anymore.

I try not to remember that part of life.

The second, however, was Mr. Trents mom.

He ordered me to attend with him so he seemed like a 'family man.' I never actually met her, so I wasn't really affected.

Now, with four newly discovered family members, I was at my third funeral.

And I was keeping my promise to Dean, and staying close.

Vincent, Damon and Axel were close too, putting me more at ease in the unfamiliar area.

Everyone crowded around the casket as the ushers set it down.

First came his wife, who neatly draped the flag of Ireland over the wood.

Somethings not right.

Sure, the widow looked like she was crying.

But was she?

I took psych 101 a year back.

The woman wasn't having a hard time breathing.

She was make very loud, obvious sobs.

And she was covering her face.

Don't be silly, Lana. Some people just handle emotions differently than others. You know that.

I shook my head, trying to rid the thoughts from my head.

They lowered the casket down, slowly seeping it into the earth.

Once it had completely lowered, Mrs. O' Malley grabbed a handful of sod, and dropped it in the grave.

People did this, one by one, except for me of course.

Dean left my side for a split second, handing me the umbrella before coming back, standing closer to me then he was before.

I didn't mind I though. I welcomed the warmth.

Weird for me, I know.

Throughout the ceremony, I could see them all exchanging looks.

    Like they knew much more than I did.

We all walked back to the church, and into a large room.

It quickly filled with sobs and tears.

"Dean, thank you so much for saying those words earlier today." Mrs. O'Malley said as she walked up to the five of us.

"It was no issue, Laura."

She turned to me, and extended her hand.

"Hello Lana. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Maybe they told her my name already. There's no way she could have known it on her own.

"Nice to meet too, Mrs. O'Malley." I said as I shook her hand.

"We have to get going Laura. I'm afraid we have a tight schedule." Vincent said curtly.

Tight schedule?

We loaded it not the car after saying vague goodbyes.

   "What tight schedule?" I asked as soon as the door closed.