Summery: an OC Rena's mother (Rogue) dies. Her father (Remy) starts to drink and leaves. Rena has to take care of her 3 younger siblings. But when their powers manifest they have no choice but to go to Xaviers. There a still grieving Rena finds love and discovers the truth about her mothers past and her parents relationship. Its a little unspecific now, I know I am just a little unsure where I want to go with this. a better plot will soon develope. so bear with meand REVIEW
This chapter contains god discussions and references, so if your sensitive about stuff like that beware.
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Ok I messed up some character names, sorry: its actually spelled Tante Mattie not tante Maddie sorry
Rena -15
Lucas- 11
Kyle &Madie (twins)- 6
Rena POV
The universe was mocking us. The bright sun and cloudless sky was the complete opposite of what the people at the funeral were feeling. I, personally would rather it rained. I wished it would storm and pour. So my tears would blend in with the rain and fall into the ground where my mother would soon be laid to rest. I wish it would thunder so I could let out the scream that has been building up within my heart and soul for the last few days. But I hated when people saw me cry so I held it in letting it slowly fester gathering up in strength and size but never letting it out.
I always remembered the time when I was 6 and I fell out of a tree and I ran up to my parents crying that was when my father told me that tears showed weakness, then my mom smacked him on the head and scooped me up into her arms "don't listen to him sugah everyone is allowed to cry" she kissed me and helped bandage up my skinned knee. I need her so much now, I want to hug her one more time. I don't think I can do this with out her.
The funeral was in a private family cemetery near thewater (my mom always loved the ocean) with a gigantic oak tree that provided some shade, over my fallen ancestors. Many of those buried here died in the accursed war between the guilds, but the war was over now, although the peace was a bit rocky at first, no more thieves or assassins have died, except my mother. No one would have ever expected my mom to die in some hospital, most people thought she would die in the battle front, in a blaze of glory, but nothing is ever what it seems.
I looked at the line of cars dropping off all the people who had ever loved my mother. A taxi pulled up and my father staggered out. My dad was drunk. This is the first time I had seen him since the hospital, I didn't think it would be necessary to tell him that he should come to the funeral sober, well I was wrong. I cant believe him, He showed up to the funeral completely wasted. So not only was I incredibly depressed because my mom just died, I was now also beyond embarrassed because my father could barely walk straight.
I started to cry, was it to much to ask; To have my entire family together for one last time, and be sober? Guess so.
Person after person walked up to me and gave me their condolences I recognized barely half of them. My tante Mattie told me they were the x-men my moms first real family, I didn't care I had never met any of them, my mom told me a few stories but that was it, and that seemed like a lifetime ago.
Show time… the preacher walked up to the podium and began…
"We are here today to say good-bye to one of our own. Marie Rose Darkholme LeBeau was a kind, caring Mother, Wife, Friend and neighbor she was a blessing to all those who knew her, and it seems unfair that her life ended so quickly, especially to those left behind, but the lord had greater reason for calling his daughter home. Marie is now sitting in the presence of angels…" The funeral was private mostly family and a few friends. Everyone who wanted to speak was permitted to do so. The preacher continued his spiritual introduction where he spoke of life, death and love but I was barely listening.
When I was younger I overheard my mom and dad talking, they said the only reason they even had a man of god there was mostly to reassure the ones left behind that the deceased family member would make it into heaven, that god would be waiting with arms wide open to forgive his or her sins, and be safe in the next life. But now I know that's not how it works. So silently I prayed that going to church a few times a year was enough, I couldn't bear the thought, that instead of looking down at us from heaven, she was looking up. So I prayed she would be able to walk right into the golden gates and right passed St. Peter without problem, that is if there was even a god. But I needed to pray to someone, and I needed someone to direct my anger towards and god seemed like a good choice.
I found myself completely unable to listen to the preachers words. I turned and watched the ocean. It was more blue then I had ever seen it before and the sun danced of its surface almost teasingly, sparkling like thousands of diamonds.
By this time the preacher had finished by reading a passage from the bible, one I didn't recognize, and one by one my relatives and friends of my mother began to give their final good-byes.
"….then Marie shoved him of the dock." Everyone tried to laugh, but most only achieved a small smile, as mygrand-père Jean-Luc finished the story of how dad proposed, this story has become a family classic, we would always make fun of dad for it. It was always one of my favorites but I couldn't bear to hear it right now. "Marie was an incredibly special person, a great daughter-in-law, mother and friend. We will never forget her"
Next myTante Mercy, Uncle Henri and my moms friends Betsy and Wanda gave their touching speeches. I was unable to listen, I made myself think of anything else besides my mother and my cries threatening to break free. But my thoughts were brought back down to earth when my intoxicated father rose slowly from his seat and walked to the vacant podium. He was so white. He opened his mouth "I always loved Marie since the first time I saw her. She…" his voice was slightly slurring and shaking so badly he could continue no further, he was crying so hard. He turned to walk away but fell to his knees, his face buried in his hands and my grand father and uncle had to led him to his seat.
I couldn't help it I broke down too, but I was next. I walked up to the podium.
" My name is Rena LeBeau. I don't think there are enough words in the human language to describe my mother, as anyone who knew her will agree. My mom was always incredibly headstrong and rebellious person…" I talked for awhile not even truly aware of what I was really saying. I just kept looking at the people in front me, their burdened eyes baring into my mine, person after person with the same troubled expression. Some were crying silently like myself, just a flow of tears flowing down bright red cheeks. Some were openly sobbing. Other just were blinking heavily trying to hold back tears. The rest just had these vacant expressions as if their minds were hundreds of miles away, back to a happier time.
When I finished and walked off the slightly raised podium I glanced at the grave marker that would mark my mothers new resting place. It was simple gray marble but had a small personalized statue of a mother with her children in her arms. I paused only for a moment to read it the stone:
Marie Darkhome LeBeau
1986-2021
Beloved Mother, Wife, Friend
Loved by All, Missed forever
and to place the rose and a small letter onto the oak casket. When I got of the podium I noticed my hands were glowing, I concentrated as much as I could to retract the charge, just like my mother taught me. I returned to my seat, completely numb, I just sat there wishing I would just wake up from this nightmare. In the background I was vaguely aware of myTante Mercy singing.
When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree,
There will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is
Still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be, let it be. Yeah
There will be an answer, let it be.
And when the night is cloudy,
There is still a light that shines on me,
Shine on until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
There will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be, let it be,
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
The song is "Let it be" sung by the Beatles its sad and a good song for a funeral well at least i think so, i don't own it
I know it's not great, but hey it will get better later, Don't worry the plot will start to pick up in the next chapter
Sorry for all the errors spelling grammar and otherwise. Review suggestions always welcome.
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