AN: This is a short story about what Shannon is feeling during Boone's funeral. Shannon has flashbacks during this story. Please R&R!
Shannon stared down at Boone's grave. It was a gaping hole in the earth, mimicking the hole in her heart.
Everyone kept coming over and telling her how sorry they were, and how sad they were over Boone's death.
Shannon wasn't sad. She was devastated.
(Flashback)
"Daddy, I don't wanna go! That place is scary!" five year old Shannon cried as her father dragged her up the sidewalk to 'Gray's Morgue and Funeral Home.'
"I don't care if you think it's scary, it's where I work. And since you're mother told me to take care of you today, you have to come with me inside."
"But there's dead people in there!" the little girl whimpered, bracing her arms against the doorway, trying to stay outside.
With a grunt, her father yanked her into the building.
Shannon stared, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, at the gleaming coffins with fake flowers on top of them.
"Are there dead people hiding in there?" she asked in a horrified whisper.
The man rolled his eyes. "No, Shannon, the dead people are in that room." He pointed at a big mahogany door.
The girl shuddered. "I don't wanna go in that room!"
"You know what, Shan? Everyone dies someday, the sooner you realize that, the less of a shock it going to be when someone you know bites the big one."
"I know, Daddy. I just don't want to see the dead people." Shannon said in a hushed voice.
"Why are you whispering?"
The little girl looked around carefully. "I don't want them to hear me!"
"Who?"
"The dead people, Daddy! The might hear me and come after me!"
Mark, Shannon's father, closed his eyes. It was 8:45 in the morning and his daughter was already giving him a headache.
"Let's go into my office. The dead people can't get us in there, okay?"
"Okay."
Shannon held her father's hand as they walked down the silent hallway, towards a small, green door labeled 'Mark Hudson'.
(End Flashback)
They were lowering Boone into the grave. Shannon held her breath, afraid that Jack and Hurley would drop him on accident.
Sayid put an arm around her.
"It's going to be alright, Shannon."
The blonde nodded automatically, not hearing him.
Dead people had always scared her, ever since she was a little girl. And she was scared now, scared that Boone wasn't actually dead, that they were burying him alive.
Shannon shivered. She had grown up living with the unknown dead, and now she was going to have to live with Boone's weight on her heart.
Before they covered the grave, everyone tossed the flowers they were holding into Boone's grave.
Shannon released her vise-like grip on the delicate white flowers she was holding and watched them fall down on top of Boone like a shower of stars. The petals swirled in the wind, creating a mini snow storm inside her brother's grave.
Shannon felt like one of those petals, being tossed about, faceless among the rest. She was a petal in the wind, separated from her flower.
Shannon watched as her brother, her flower, her other half, was covered up with dirt, burying all her love along with him.
The End