It was dark in my room. My clock beeped 12:30 pm.
Something was wrong. It was to quiet.
My great grandfather is a loud sleeper. I can hear him from down the halls.
I can't hear him tonight. He is silent.
Something's wrong. I jump out of my bed and out of the room.
I run to his. I force his door open.
He laid there, eyes and mouth wide open. Not a single breath being taken in.
I run to his side. I hold his large wrinkly hand in mine.
He did not look at me. He did not breathe.
My great-grandfather was dead. I was alone once again.
10:30 am, Friday
It was cloudy. The dark sky promised rain on such a depressing day. I wanted to cry, but I swore to him that I would never shed another tear. I was alone again, but that's ok. I'm always alone, always by myself. It was never something new.
They lowered his casket into the ground. An assortment of white flowers covered the top. Before they could finally close the hole and render me finally and utterly alone, I stepped close to his grave and I threw a white lily, his favorite flower. The Undertaker pat my back hard before picking up his shovel and throwing the dirt on top the casket, squishing the flowers beneath it.
My family I never knew or respected started drifting away, back into their cars and off to my grand fathers home, which is to be mine very soon. I stayed behind as well as someone else. He stayed far away, next to a large willow tree, but he made no move to come closer. The man was familiar but I could not see his face. The undertaker came by again and swept me off my feet. I was too tired and to depressed to reprimand him.
He carried me to his car and placed me in the front passenger seat. I buckled myself up and stared outside the window as Undertaker began to get in on the drivers side. The man was there again. To far to see his face, but close enough to see him waving. I couldn't help but wave back. Did he grin? It looked like he did.
I looked back at the Undertaker for a second before looking back at the man. He was gone. "Something the matter, little Ceil-kun?"
I wonder if I should tell him. "There…was a man at the funeral. He didn't give flowers or anything; he just stood by the willow tree and watched everyone."
"Ah, did he scare you?"
I lay back in my seat and ignored the man's stupid antics. "No…but it felt like I knew him from somewhere. Do you know him?"
"Maybe~!" Sometimes I wondered why I was friends with the man. He was utterly annoying.
The car ride back home was short but it was also calming. Undertaker was silent the rest of the way home and I was happy for that. It gave me time to think about how I will have to deal with my family today and the reading of the will tomorrow.
Cars parked all along the front of the house, making it hard to get into the garage. Undertaker did not carry me out this time, only walked behind me as I made my way into the house. Music was blazing and trash and food was thrown all over the house. The many different maids tried picking up the messes but there was to much and it somehow always reappeared after they just cleaned it.
One of the maids saw me and bowed lowly, apologizing for the mess. It was only in the kitchen so I wasn't angry. Not yet.
I walked into the large living room and stopped dead, dropping my cane in the process. The maid from earlier picked it up huridly but I was not paying attention to her. The house was a total reck. These people come into my home and ruin it? They don't even have the decency to be depressed about my great-grandfathers death? How dare these people!
Cluching my fists tightly, I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Get out!"
Everything stopped and everyone turned their heads towards me. "All of you! Get out of this house. NOW!"
Some people ran out of this house but others just grinned and tried to reach for more food before the Undertaker smacked them on the hand with my cane. How he got it was beyond me. "Now now little maggots, Ceil-kun told you all to leave. It be best for you to do so."
They all left, slowly, but they left. I limped to the couch and slouched into it, fully exhausted. The maids set to work fairly quickly and did so in silence, never meeting my gaze. The Undertaker came up to me and sat down. He was silent before wrapping his arm around my shoulder and chuckling.
"That was a brave thing you did little Ceil-kun~! Showing them whose boss is so fun, especially if it was you who did it."
I rolled my eyes to the heavens. "Is that all Undertaker? I think it's time for you to be leaving as well. I thank you for all you've done today."
He chuckled darkly before standing up. "It was my pleasure little prince! Now don't forget; the social worker is going to come by soon and tell you who'll be your guardian from now on. Please be nice."
I snickered lightly. "I'm always nice."
The Undertaker laughed loudly as he walked out of the house and back into the garage. Finally, I was alone. The maids were quick in their work and had the house cleaned spotless in less then two hours. I should give them a bonus or something…maybe even a day off.
"My Lord, would you like us to prepare you a bath?" French.
"No thank you Siobhan. Why don't you take a day off? In fact, tell the other maids they have the rest of the day off as well."
Siobhan smiled brightly and bowed, "Oh thank you sir! I will tell the others immediately. Would you like for us to do something for you before we head off?"
I stood up slowly and rested my weight on my cane. "No thank you. You have a good day."
She smiled even more brightly. "You too my lord!"
She ran out the room into the kitchen were the maids were probably gossiping. There were cheers of excitement before a young maid, probably in her mid twenties, came out with a small smile. "I know how you must feel my lord, but I thank you. We all loved your great-grandfather dearly. He was a very nice man who told us many stories of his past. I know he loved you like a son."
"Thank you Marry." I didn't know what to say. Maybe I'm really not alone.
1:20 pm
The door bell rang loudly. The social worker was probably here. I put down my book, grabbed my cane, and walked briskly out of my great-grandfathers study. Usually a maid would answer the door and prepare some tea as I slowly come to great the person, but they were not here now and I would have to answer the door.
The door bell rang again but it did little to annoy me.
I opened the door slowly but did not smile at the hard women. She narrowed her eyes at me and walked in without my permission. I growled lowly in my throat but did not say anything. I followed her into the living room and sat down across from her in an arm chair. She looked around before huffing.
"No tea this time?" She glared at me.
I did well not to show her my anger. "I have given my maids a day off. If you'd like something to drink, get it yourself."
"You have no respect for anybody do you? As I should know. You're simply a spoiled boy who lets others do things for you. Your grandfather was a foolish man for taking you in. A good amount of time in an orphanage would have toughened you up and taught you a lessen."
"Ma'am, you'd do best if you keep that fly catcher mouth of yours shut. You will not disrespect my great-grandfather in his own home. I am spoiled, I will agree to that, but I do respect people. You, on the other hand, have no morals for anyone but yourself. I just lost a dear family member and you act as if nothing even happened. I wonder how your boss will take this news?"
"You wouldn't dare."
"You tell me ma'am. You come into my home and not even once think of the pain I'm feeling after going to a funeral? I am a spoiled child and I can do whatever I want."
The lady stood up and glared at me. "You new guardian is named Sebastian. He is the vice president of the Phantomhive Company and a trusted friend of the family. He will be here by tomorrow." She pulled out a stack of papers from her brief case and slammed the on the coffee table in front of me. "Have him and you sign them by tomorrow and sent back to me. I will see myself out."
Once I heard the front door slam, I relaxed against the chair. I stared dumbly at the papers in front of me before standing up and walking up stairs. I needed a bath, then maybe a nap.
10:00 pm
I was doing homework. The light from the lamp and the fire in the fire place was sufficient light for me. I was my great-grandfathers office. My science, math, and history books were scattered all around me, open to specific pages. There was school tomorrow and I needed to get it done.
I skipped a few days because of my great-grandfathers death but my teacher won't let me use that excuse for long. It would be best if I simply did it all now.
But something was on my mind. It was distracting me from my homework that needed to be done soon. Who was that man at the funeral? Who is my new guardian?
My great grandfather never spoke to me about his vice president, only telling me what he made him do that he could not. He never told me what he looked like nor did he ever bring him over for dinner. The Vice President was an unknown character to me but will now be my guardian? Why does this all sound so cliché?
No matter, I will have to think upon it latter. For now though, my homework should be my top priority.
But still, who was that man at the funeral?
A/N: I know, I know. I should be working on my others right? It was just too big of a temptation! Please review~!