Blue Jay #Wattys2016

FUNERAL

Today was going to be hard, I knew that. Today’s the day that I have to watch my father get buried in the ground forever. Actually I think that we’re cremating him. Great, so today’s the day that I get to watch my father get turned into ashes.

   I laid in my bed for the longest time, just staring at the ceiling, not even really thinking about anything in particular. Just considering everything that was happening and looking over the events. What were the odds that Kyle would have a heart attack and die the same weekend I find out about this whole other world that I’m apart of? The odds of that were slim. I came to the conclusion that it wasn’t a coincidence, it was murder. It had to have been murder. There’s no way that he would have just had a heart attack the same time as all of this went down.

   I turned to look at the alarm clock. 10:04. I wasn’t sure when the funeral started but one of the e-mails I skimmed through had the location in the subject line. I got up to go take a shower.

   After my shower I opened up my laptop and (in between logging in, and loading) got changed. Dress pants and a black wool sweater. I opened the e-mail with the subject of where the funeral was being held. The funeral was starting surprisingly late, one in the afternoon. That’s pretty late for a funeral, but whatever.

   I blew my hair dry and put on my make up. I was contemplating whether I should curl my hair or not. I decided not to, and went downstairs. I grabbed a yogurt and a spoon for breakfast.

   By the time I was finished, it was about noon. The church is in Truro, where Alexis lives, so I was going to be a little late. I put my boots and coat on and walked out to the car. When I got to the car I slipped out of my coat and put it on the passenger seat. It was pretty warm out, there was still spots of snow on the ground but it was mostly all melted.

   I drove up to Truro singing to some pop radio station, stereo blasted.

   I pulled up to the church, silently singing. The music abruptly ended when I turned the key. I got out and walked up to the building, hands behind my back in respect. The mortician stood at the door still greeting people as they arrived.

   I waited for my cousins in front of me to finish before being greeted. They went in to take their seats, and I followed close behind.

   The mortician stopped me before I could go inside “Hello, you must be Christina” he said holding out his hand. I shook it graciously. He gasped and dropped his hand. He eyed me for a second, then tromped away into the building.

   I looked around, luckily nobody saw his little outburst. I walked into the large room, everything inside was so beautiful. There was art scattered all around on the walls and delicately designed linen tablecloth on some tables in front of walls covered with mini sandwiches on china plates and punch served in really nice wine glasses. The chairs were laced with purple overcoats, and the people in the chairs all had their eyes fixed on me and Alexis. They were whispering things about us.

   It only bugged me because this is our own family and they still gossip about false rumours and fake stories about us… that we started. Well, half of the rumour is fake.

   I sat down next to Alexis in the back. When we were 14, Alexis wanted to be obviously different than me, so she cut her hair off. Not all of it, just to the bottom of her chin. She had it dyed red too. Today she curled her hair, I was very glad I hadn’t decided to curl my hair.

   Marc was sitting in the front row with his family. At the very front was where several flowers sat from friends, family and coworkers.

   The mortician came out, looked at me for a millisecond, shook his head and called people up to the front to say some words about Kyle. Then he walked out of the room. I couldn’t concentrate on what people where saying about my father. I was too busy wondering what that guy knows about me. I noticed something also, there were two people missing, Blake and my mother.