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🅃🅆: 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎
𝒥𝓊𝓃𝑒 𝟣 1983
You put your school bag on your shoulder as you walked out of school. Nobody was out yet since the school day hadn't even finished, it was still 4th period. You didn't know the reason you were out. You were confused since the teachers didn't tell you. You shrugged it off and you went to pick up your brother, Gregory, from middle school.
You entered his school. You asked the teacher to let him out. She didn't accept..she thought you were kidnapping him, that was until Gregory told her you were his older sister.
she sighed.
"Fine. But I'm telling the principal and calling your parents first."
You guys shrugged and agreed. She took you to the receptionist's office and sat you down. She then went to the principal and told him, after that, she called your parents. All of that took about fifteen minutes.
A few extra minutes later, she came back and told you that you were free to go. You thanked her and walked outside with Gregory. Gregory started telling you about his day and how it went, and you listened to him. He was smiling as he spoke. You and Gregory arrived at your house...you stood there absolutely shocked. Police cars were surrounding your house. You slowly walked towards the house. Until an officer stopped you.
"Ma'am this is a crime scene, you cannot enter."
He said strictly, you looked up at him.
"We live here."
You stated, angrily. The officer frowns, and suddenly you hear the voice of your dad.
"....let them in, officer. They're my children.."
Your dad spoke in a quiet voice. The officer frowned again and left. You rushed to your dad, Gregory following close behind. Your dad was sitting on the porch with his head in his hands.
"Dad..?"
Gregory spoke softly. He stayed silent, then he lifted his head and stared at the both of you. His eyes were red, he was crying.
"Dad, what happened..?"
You asked. You both were confused and concerned. He sighed. He started speaking slowly and quietly.
"Your..your mother...she.."
He starts crying softly again.
"It's ok."
You comfort him softly and pat his back.
"She..sob...she...she committed...she committed suicide.."
He sobs quietly. You sit there and contemplate what he just told you. Tears fill up your eyes. You start crying as well. Gregory just sat there. He wasn't close to her that much, she didn't like him...He sat there silently. You and your dad cried together. Gregory held both of your hands.
.........
The police took about two hours to investigate 'the crime scene', and they informed that Dad was supposed to view the body. He agreed and left with the police.
You and Gregory went inside your house…it didn’t feel like a home anymore…it was dull and cold. You both sat in the living room. It was eerily quiet.
“Can..can I watch TV?”
Gregory asked softly, you were still slightly crying. You nodded and wiped your tears. Greg opened up the TV and started watching a cartoon, The Smurfs to be precise.
He laughed at the stupid jokes in the show, he kept glancing at you, he wanted to lift the mood. But it was not working. You were still unhappy. He frowned and stayed there, staring at the screen.
The house was dark, the only source of light being the TV screen. You sighed and put your head on the armrest..you found yourself drifting off...
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You woke up after a few hours. You looked next to you and found Gregory fast asleep. The TV was still on…but instead of cartoons, it was the news. You sat up and looked around, you found your dad sitting on the couch watching the news. He looked depressed, he didn’t acknowledge you. You looked at him and started watching the news as well. After a few minutes, he spoke up.
“The funeral is tomorrow..”
He said quietly. You hummed.
“You don’t have to go…but I think you both should go.”
He said as he stared at you. You turned to look at him.
“I know, but I don’t want to see her..”
You said softly as you looked at your palms…
“…I know that, sweetie. But what can we do? Eventually, all of us have to die..”
He told you. You nodded. He stood up and patted your head.
“Go to bed, I’ll carry Greg..goodnight. Sweetheart.”
He carried Gregory and went upstairs, you wondered how he was going to sleep in his bedroom…Because she committed suicide there. You sighed and stood up. You went upstairs and to your bedroom.
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None of you were able to sleep, except for Gregory…
You had a sense of dread all night. You didn’t feel like you wanted to go to the funeral…but you had to. You were currently in the car waiting for Gregory to finish in the bathroom. Your dad didn’t speak or say anything the whole morning. Neither did you...He felt distant, which was not like him. Your train of thought was interrupted by Gregory finally entering the car. Your dad started driving instantly, not waiting for anything.
You arrive at the place where funerals happen. {idk the name 💀} You took your place and stayed there. Your dad and Gregory sat next to you. Gregory was chatting with you a lot..the whole event…it was kind of annoying..but he meant well. The whole thing finally ended, not without you crying and your dad talking at the stand. You felt a sense of relief as they buried her, not in a bad way…but as you let go of her. Everyone dies eventually…but you don’t think your dad let go. You shrugged it off…of course, you were sad..but you didn’t attach yourself to her.
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You woke up…You didn’t remember much of yesterday…
You remember the funeral, but not the drive back home…and how you ended up in your bed. You look at the clock on your bedside table. You sigh. You aren't late for school, but you don't think Dad is going to send you off to hell today.
Alas…you were wrong. School is important…that’s what he said, sadly. So now you were sitting at the dinner table eating breakfast, while Gregory told you about his weird dream. You sigh and get up. Gregory grabs his bag and runs after you.
“So then, I turned into a dragon. I then ate Dad!”
Gregory exclaims. He then laughs. You sigh again…you can't believe that your dad literally sent you to school…Your mom killed herself yesterday… it's still fresh…you’re still sad…