Funerals
Chapter Summary: 'My cat had a fall and I went through hell…'
Disclaimer: Whoops, forgot this the first time. But since nobody seemed to think that I own RENT, I think I'll get away with it. RENT is owned by Jonathan Larson, Revolution Studios and 1492 Pictures (with Colombia Pictures) and probably some more wonderful people that I am ignorant of (including whoever filmed the final Broadway show). Thanks for sharing RENT with the world, you touched more lives than you can ever imagine.
He had been staring into the closet for the last ten minutes looking for something appropriate, but whatever that was just didn't seem to be there. His eyes passed over the single dress-suit that was in there, the three pairs of black slacks and the odd black shirt, but nothing fit. He had one more place that he could try though, and so with a furtive glance left and right to make sure that no one was in the hallway, he quickly snuck across to his parents' room.
Pulling open the closet, his mind drifted while his eyes wandered over the clothes that were inside. Yesterday his cat had died. Whenever his cat was out at night, when she wanted in she'd jump onto the roof, and walk across a narrow ledge to his bedroom window, then meow until he let her in. But a couple of days ago she hadn't come. When he woke up the next morning and went outside, he found her lying on the ground underneath his second-story window. The vet said that she must have fallen, though no one was sure why. She died two days later. Her name was Angel, and she had been his best friend. Today was her funeral.
As his eyes sightlessly swept across the clothes something caught his eye. It was a dress of his mother's; long and black, with full sleeves and a flowing skirt. For whatever reason, it felt right. He pulled it out of the closet and slipped it on. It fitted like a glove. A pair of low black heels completed the outfit. He spun once in front of the mirror, and for the first time since he had found Angel, he gave a small smile.
"Andrew!" came his mother's voice from downstairs. "Please come down now! I know that you loved this cat, but we need to get this done sometime today."
He turned and dutifully went downstairs, completely ignorant to the fact that he was wearing a dress, which his parents might find a little, well, odd. As he came down the stairs, something else hit him. Before his parents even had a chance to get a word out of their mouths he told them, "I'd like to be called Angel from now on." And without another word she swept passed them into the backyard, to bury one of the best parts of her life.