Not Is, At All, What It Seems ( A Homestuck Fanfiction)

It's Like Forgetting The Words To Your Favorite Song

Rae's POV

Beep Beep Beep Beep

I groaned and reached over, smacking the crap out of my alarm clock. Thankfully the beeping stopped. I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes before looking at the time. It's just Saturday, why is my alarm going off?

I looked at my calander, running my finger across the thin paper till I paused on today's date, October 21st. Oh right, how could I ever forget? I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, trying to block out the thoughts that were trying to drown me.

Riley's death was October 21st, 2009. She had only been three months old and was struggling to live. The doctors said she died of heart failure and that was about the time that my entire life went to shit. We had a nice little ceremony for her. She had been cremated of course, and Mom used to keep her ashes, but I think my dad forced her to throw them out.

I blinked away tears and turned back to my dresser, looking at the drawers. I pulled on a knee length black dress and some flats and turned to the mirror, running my brush through my hair to look appropriate. She didn't have to die, no one in my family had heart failure, and every year since then, I have relieved this pain.

I let my hair down and let my brown hair tumble over my shoulders. It took a year before I got over the pain of her death. It was unfair, no one asked her to die. I grabbed my purse and walked to my mom's door before knocking softly. I held my breath, wishing that she wasn't asleep. If she was asleep, there was no way I would leave and come back before lunch.

I could hear her shifting in bed, groaning at being woken up. "What is it?" She yawned. I could hear footsteps walking towards the door as I spoke up. "I just wanted to know if I could borrow the keys is all," I whispered, looking down at my feet.

Mom opened the door, scrutinizing me. I glanced a look up at her, my eyes running over her familar features. We were always told that we look like sisters, since I was about seven or so. Because my parents where eighteen when my mom had me, and the age gap isn't too entirely ridiculous, it was possible to believe.

Her brown eyes ran over me, showing all her concern and affection all at once. I wanted to hug her so much right there, but sixteen year olds don't do that.

She nodded, turning around towards her dresser. "Anytime you need the keys Rae, they are always righ there for you, although, you should probably get a permit soon, considering you don't have one of those," She grabbed the keys and turned to me, giving a smile. I nodded, not sure how to speak around the lump in my throat.

She pulled me in for a quick hug, before releasing me. "Pray for Annie for me too okay?" I nodded, clutching the keys in hand. She closed the door and I tip toed down the stars, trying to get out as soon as possible.

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I got to the cemetery in about an hour, but that's what happens when you move from one state to another. I pulled up into the parking lot, putting the black Audi S5 Coupe into park underneath the largest tree in the grove. I got out and locked the car, walking towards her headstone.

I walked through the graveyard, my fingers trailing over random headstones, ones with pretty quotes, a nice saying, or maybe just the appeal of touching it. I finally got to her's and knelt down, smoothing out my skirt. "Well," I cleared my throat, trying to get rid of the depressing silence. "It's been five years since you died, and it hasn't been any easier on any of us." I whispered, playing with my fingers. I should have brought flowers, what a retard I am.

"Dad was kicked out of the house, Derek is still being...Derek, and Mom," I paused to laugh, "is getting better. I hope you are doing well on your side, because things are awful over here. I mean, so much has happened lately. Let's see...it started when we moved, Dad got a job interview, which I'm shocked he got the job. We moved here, and I now go to school with my internet friends, which...sounds weird, but is true. I think I'm dating Dirk, who is my internet crush," I blushed.

I raked my hand through my hair, sighing. "Well...I just wish you were here to see this..." I whispered, leaning against her tombstone. I wiped the tears that threatened to escape from my eyes. For a few minutes, I sat there, just watching the leaves scatter away from the tree. "I miss you lil' sis," I gave a small smile and got up, brushing the dirt off my knees.

I wrapped my arms around my body, walking back to the car quietly. I unlocked the car and slipped in quietly. I wish there was more I could say, more I could do, but I am  only human. It's not like I can revive the dead.

I started the engine and started the drive home, hoping that I could get there faster than the car could possibly drive.

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After an hour, I was finally back in Florida. I sighed, thankful. I got off at my exit, ready to go home. When was I supposed to see Dirk next? I turned right and went into my 'home city'. Sheesh, so close yet so far away. Perhaps I could text Dirk and set up a date to...go on a date...yeah.

I pulled out my phone and called him, listening to the dial tone. After a few rings I could hear, "Hello?" I gave a small smile. "Hey Dirk, what's up?" He chuckled and responded, "Not much, just fixing robots and talking to my girlfriend. What about you?" I blushed slightly and smiled. "Oh just driving home from Georgia," I ran circles around with my thumb over my steering wheel.

 "Hmm...seems fun, I do appreciate the call, but was there a reason why you called?" He asked. I started to frown, I mean, why would he even ask that? Is it weird to call him this early? "I uh...wanted to know if you wanted to go on a date..." I crossed the intersection, going straight on green. Suddenly, I looked to the left, seeing a car inches from my door. A scream started to escape my lungs as everything went black.

[Ahhh sorry guys, hope your Thanksgiving was wonderful~ And that Christmas will be equally as good!~]