Chapter One:
The sky was a dusky hue. Sprinkled clouds glided lazily over the summer air. Larks sang and crows cried. It was a truly beautiful day. The golden sun was laughing at them. She stretched out her shining plaits and generously tossed them about the land.
Lily looked at all this. She knew she should be happy, but she couldn't be. It seemed wrong to enjoy a pretty day when just a few centimetres away, twin coffins were slowly being lowered to the ground. Life was filled with clichés. Every funeral starts with sobbing, rain, and a blasting wind. But the world didn't seem to care. The sun was still glittering in a tranquil sky. It was all normal. No suspicious cliché anywhere.
Her tears had dried on her cheeks. The sun warmed them and gave it a burning feel. She didn't feel like crying.
Not anymore.
The job was gladly accepted by her weeping sister standing a few metres away. Her sister clutched her boyfriend's arm tightly. It looked rather desperate. If it hadn't been such a sad time, Lily would have laughed.
Slowly, she glanced around at the mourners. Such sullen faces. She wondered if her own matched theirs.
The black was melting her eyes. It was like an ink spot on a glorious fabric of vibrant colour and silky threads. She wanted to hide away.
It was a funny feeling. Wanting to laugh and cry at the same time. Of course laughing wasn't at all appropriate at such a time. Not with everyone watching.
Her tears were long shed. There was no need to cry anymore. Crying wasn't going to bring them back. Not ever.
It felt funny. Different. Weird to have a solitary breeze whistling by her side instead of the warm comforting arm around her that had been there for so long.
The minister droned on and on about her parents. How kind they were, how willing, how generous, how humble. She wanted to cover her ears and shout 'STOP!'
Instead, she let it wash over her. Waves of guilt etching into her flesh; scratching her muscles until they were stiff and sore. Maybe her sister was right. She was a freak. Would that make all the difference in the world? Would that bring them back?
Maybe it would have.
But she didn't want to hear about it anymore.
She shook her head haughtily and turned around. Her jacket crinkled and people looked at her.
Let them look, she thought. Let them see the younger daughter of the Evan's. Let them mock me and ridicule me. Let them see and point at the laughing stock. The freak. The cow.
Satisfied, she lifted up her head and walked stiffly towards the shade that was a car. She was ready to go on home with her head held as high as she was holding it now.
Maybe she would hold it like that forever.
AN: This is my first ever fanfic. Please be nice and review! Thanks!