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Your hands shake as you watch her tomb lower into the ground, well aware it's empty.

Your mouth feels dry and your heart is in your stomach.

Family members sob and pray as the funeral conductor reads the eulogy.

You should be crying like everyone else is. You should be upset. You should be mourning the loss of your younger sister, but you're not.

Someone touches your shoulder and asks, "Are you alright?"

It's one of your many uncles. You can't remember his name. "Yes." You say.

He sends you a look of pity, You hate that look. You don't want pity, you want your sister.

…

Susie.

…

You go back to staring at the grave, the Gladiolus flowers resting neatly upon the top of her casket. The rain falls lightly upon your head, wetting your hair.

Pink, the color of her favorite dress, the one she was killed in.

Red, the color of her hairbow, she wore it everyday.

Yellow, the color of her beautiful, golden, curly hair.

People move aside as the gravediggers move in the wheelbarrow and fill in the plot, the tomb snug under the dirt.

Your mother cries loudly, mourning the loss of her youngest child, and the rain starts to fall harder.

Your vision becomes blurry and you can't tell whether it's because of the weather or the dam of emotions beginning to fall.

You feel rage bubble up underneath your skin. You clench your fists and glare at her tombstone.

Susie Davies

June 14th, 1970

October 31st, 1980

Ten fucking years old.

Ten.

Not even a preteen.

Killed on Halloween night because of some— some— murderer.

The anger you feel builds up more and you spin on your heel and storm back to the church, shoving past people dressed in black.

"[Y/N]—!" Your mother desperately calls after you from her spot next to your father, her voice scratchy from crying, but you continue on.

You dodge the hands trying to grab ahold of you and send their condolences, you don't want to be touched.

You pick up speed and the rain starts to fall harder, creating a tapping sound against those with their umbrellas. The puddles on the ground splash up as you step in them, soaking the bottom of your pants and socks.

Your shoes tap against the concrete sidewalk of the church and you slam into the wooden doors, shoving them open as you dash toward the podium.

You scream out in anger as you come upon the stand your priest prays behind and you grab the bible on it, throwing it harshly against the wall in a fit of rage.

It falls to the ground in a heap of messed up and wrinkled pages and you grab it as you slam it back down before stomping on it, ruining it's pages with your muddy Mary Janes.

"Damn you, damn you, damn you, damn you, DAMN YOU!" You screech as you fall to your knees and begin to tear it's pages out, the paper coming out easily with loud rips.

"I PRAYED AND I PRAYED AND I PRAYED AND YOU STILL TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME—"

You vaguely recognize the falling of your tears between your screams of despair, wetting your hands and sleeves as they drip down.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—"

Arms hook underneath your own as your father pulls you off the ruined, torn book. You scream and thrash in his arms, wanting nothing more than to prove your fury.

"[Y/N], CALM DOWN!" He yells over your exclamations of anger, but you don't listen, only writhing in his grip more.

The Priest appears from behind him and gasps as he spots the torn Bible of God. "Child, how could you!?" He asks astonished, a look of disappointment falling over his aging features.

"He LIED! HE TOLD ME HE'D PROTECT HER AND KEEP HER SAFE AND HE LIED!" You sob as you try to push away from your fathers arms.

"God does not lie!" He holds the book to his chest, offended.

"B- but I prayed!" You sob as the tears take over and you go limp in your fathers arms. He lowers you to the ground and you grip his sleeve tightly. Your father sighs as he turns you around and hugs you. The rest of your family trickles into the Church, having heard the commotion.

"God does not lie." The Priest reiterates. "He only punishes. He sensed the devil in your sister and punished her and the evil in her accordingly."

"That is enough." Your father murmurs as he stands up and carries you out of the Church, you sobbing in his arms.

"It's time to go, everyone. The service is over." Your mother follows him with teary eyes out of the building, sniffling every so often.

Thunder flashes as your father carries you to the car, the drizzling rain now a harsh storm. With each wail you let out, the sky lights up and crackles.

You begin to lose your strength and lessen your hold on your father, hands sliding down his back as they dangle. You hear the click of the car door and your father places in your seat.

He buckles you in and kisses you on the forehead as he wipes away your tears. Your lip trembles and you want to scream in anguish more, but in such a confined space it'd only hurt yours and their ears, so you hide your face in your hands and tremble as you let out weepy sobs.

He shuts the car door and you hear the gravel faintly crunch under his feet as he walks around the car and gets in the front seat. He opens the door, slides in, and shuts it with a thud.

All three of you are in tears as he starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, heading home.

Fatigue hits you hard and although the tears still run down your face, you feel yourself going numb.

Soon enough, he pulls into the driveway of your house and the second the doors click, you unbuckle and throw yourself out of the vehicle.

You dash for the front door and immediately enter the passcode. It unlocks and you swing the door open as you fly down the hall and into your shared bedroom, shucking your shoes off on the way.

Grabbing a stuffed animal from her bed, you hug it tightly as you crawl into your bed and curl into a ball, not bothering to change out of your soaked clothes. Something drips down your cheeks and you can't tell whether its the rain from your hair or tears, but either way, you start crying again.

You turn your head and face your pillow as you scream into it. 

…

Susie…

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To any subscribers of my archive of our own account or to any of my fanfictions, I sincerely apologize for such a long hiatus. I know this is not the author's note that you wanted to see or that you were expecting another chapter update after so long, but I am here to happily announce that I have been signed up for a virtual school full time for my senior year, and that will hopefully give me more time to get back into these fandoms and my stories and continue writing them. I started all these fanfictions in middle school when I felt I had nothing else to do or no where else to be, and so I put my whole body into these stories to escape me from reality, but now that my reality is much better, and I'm much happier, I haven't been as focused on them as I used to be. Although I love the fandoms, communities, and their stories and want to create more, I have been so busy trying to get my life back together that I haven't written at all. A lot of these stories have errors or inconsistencies with writing that definitely portrays the writing of early teenager angsty-ness, so I'm hoping to rewrite my stories or do a lot of heavy editing. I cannot promise when the most recent update will be but, I know I love it so much that I will get back on it as soon as possible. 

Thank you, 

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