Look at me!
You know how, in those cliché, lifetime movie type deals when something bad happens, like at a funeral it's always raining? Or how when something dramatic happens there is lightening adding to the effect. Especially in the olden day ones her Mum watches almost as much as she makes them pray. Which is a lot!
This is nothing like that.
No, instead it's a wear your birthday suit and lay in a puddle of your own sweat, not a single cloud in the sky to offer any reprieve from the oppressive sun type of day.
But it's fitting.
Luc always loved a bright blue sky; he always said that a warm day was like a whole body hug, safe and comforting.
He would have loved today, Luc would have dragged her outside to run around and climb trees, roll around in long grass, play in the sprinklers and steal ice cream when the nanny wasn't paying attention.
But that wasn't going to happen.
It was never going to happen again, because luc was dead.
Simple as that.
Quinn ran her fingers over the top of Luc's tombstone, tracing patterns over the rough, bumpy crest.
" Lu- I mean, QUINN, time to leave sweetie" Her Mother called out from behind her, probably already near the car, everyone else having left or in the process of leaving.
"You would have hated this" Quinn whispered, ignoring her.
Her Mothers frantic screams as her Father lost control of the wheel.
"A whole bunch of people I don't even know gathering around to lower you into the ground"
Luc grabbing her hand as they started to spin out of control into the next lane
"I can't even remember what the priest said, is that a bad sign Luc? That I can't even remember your funeral even though it happened a few minutes ago?"
The blood curling sound of metal crashing and twisting together as they slammed into an unknown number of cars
"I can't remember a lot of things, my memory's like that blanket we cut up, the one with the butterflies. We stuck them to our wall . . . No; we stuck them onto mum's roses. . . I think."
The pain that flared through her head as it cracked against her car door
"The doctor said I have . . . I think it's called amnesia? But he said it's affecting my memory, and if I'm patient it'll come back eventually"
The blood that ran down into her eye as her brother sat there, body twisted into an awkward angle, their hands still clasped
A rough hand wrapped around the back of her scalp and tugged roughly on her, now short, hair. She winced as the hand holding her forced her to turn around and face the giant, looming figure that towered above her. Her hand still clinging onto her Brothers tombstone.
"When your Mother calls you, I don't care if she calls you by your name or your twins, you bloody well answer, you hear me girl! That little head wound affecting your hearing as well?" He spat at her
"No Daddy" She whimpered in a small voice
He shoved her forward, her fingers scrapping against the rough top of her Brothers grave, breaking the skin and leaving a few drops of blood behind, marking the pristine white stone.
A lone drop ran down the side of the tombstone, coming to an end just above the engraving
Lucas Fabray
1995 – 2001
Beloved son.
Ten years later
Quinn is in a rush, she knew she should have set an additional alarm. But her bed had been so comfy, her arm muscles aching too much from moving so many boxes into her new room to reach the short distance to grab her phone.
Well, she was paying for it now!
Running her fingers through her short hair with a bit of moose to give it some volume she rushed through her morning ritual.
Eat Breakfast.
Brush teeth.
Check bag for everything necessary to survive the day.
Secure chest bindings.
And dress for her first official day at her new school McKinley high, as junior Lucas Fabray.
So… worth continuing?
