A/N I don't own these people. Definitely too short. There's a VERY SHORT second chapter to kill the first's suspense.
NOTE: This takes place during season 3.
DISAPPEARING ACT
I'm going to a magic show
There's a trick I need them to know.
Someone I love is no longer here
So I need them to make her reappear.
Derek found himself stuck in his chair. The black and white overtone of the room seemed to scare him. Seventeen years old and he's afraid of a color. She was never afraid of colors. She loved colors. Derek found himself ignoring the man at the front of the room. There was a girl resting in the casket at the head of the funeral home, and Derek couldn't stand to look at it. He found consolation in the carpeted floors.
George held Nora's hands in his as they stared at the deathbed, surrounded by flowers and photographs. They had fought over there not being enough pictures to place out, but they couldn't do anything about that. They couldn't do anything about anything. All they could do was sit.
George and Nora had all of the other children their earlier, but now, Derek was the only one who remained. None of the others could handle burying a sister. But Derek was obligated to be there through it all; even if he couldn't handle it, either. The priest turned to the pale-faced girl and mumbled something about being forever blessed in the kingdom of God. There was nothing but a foot between Nora, George, Derek, and the large tomb that held the lifeless body of a beloved daughter.
Quiet filled the room as a hand grasped onto Derek's shoulder. "Its time, Derek." It was his father. He sounded so sure that it was the end. Now they'd be following a black Cadillac to the cemetery where they'd watch her be put into the ground. But Derek didn't want that. Derek stood and walked an inch before collapsing onto the bench that rest before the casket.
He began to whisper, the knot in his throat that appeared while memories flooded his mind breaking his voice, "Hey." Derek felt the bullet pass through his esophagus as he continued, "Its Derek." His hands met hers, cold and dry, and grasped tightly. "Its almost time for you to go, so, I just wanted to tell you that…" Another shot, "…if you're e-ever sc-cared…" Once more, "…just think of me, okay?" George placed a hand on Derek's shoulder and signaled him to say goodbye. Derek placed two lips onto her forehead as George released his shoulder, "Goodbye." Finally, he let go of the embarrassment and let out one of the strongest cries of his life. Then, regaining his silence, he whispered, "I love you."
A/N You should all know who dies. I'm not putting up the second chapter until someone reviews with a guess. I'm cruel, its true.