Chapter 24:
After a week of funeral arrangements, we all gathered. The whole Senior class was there, along with the pack, the Cullens, Sue, Billy, Alexandria, Carter, Adrianna, and Taylia. Some kids from our old town had flown over to come, too. All of her old cheerleading friends. I was very apprehensive when I didn't see Chels. Lizzie's mother and father along with two brothers and one sister was there. They were apathetic as everyone said their apologizes to us but skipped over them. Her mother and father were not very happy that she came with us, and after a little bit of thinking, a week after she moved here, they cut off ties with her. But I called them and told them what happened, that she had died during childbirth. They sat all together, looking bored and annoyed. But John, Will, Ri, and I all sat quietly. Paul kept a silent hand on my waist the whole night. I was very thankful to have him here with me.
My mother and father had actually come to the funeral, looking actually sad for once. They starred at Riley as they walked over, looking surprised. They hadn't seen him yet, mostly because this was the first time they had been home since we moved here. Riley smiled and stood, hugging them close to him. They started to tear up, and I knew in their head, they actually missed Lizzie. Or maybe it was from seeing Riley, who was so different I doubted they realized it was their baby boy.
"We lose one child, but get one back. Oh, where have you been, my beautiful son?" My mother said as she sighed and cried into my dad's shoulder. I looked at them both with pain and apathy. They stared at me with shock after they had a small reunion with Riley. I saw how much it actually meant to him, to be able to see his parents again after a year. I didn't know if they trusted what they saw, since they're boy had been dead for over a year and they had already had a memorial in his honor celebrating his life. "Mia, what happened to you?"
"I'm pregnant, mom. Turns out I am just like you after all." I said bitterly. Paul held me closer and both their eyes narrowed at him. They thought it was his. Hell we have only been here for two months; it's barely plausible that Jake's the real father. I didn't even flinch when I thought of Jake anymore. I had no feeling towards it. I couldn't. The dream had changed things for me. He didn't love, then why should I love him?
"Is this the father then?" They asked as they narrowed their eyes at Paul. I grabbed his hand protectively and possessively. I saw the Cullen's silently watching the whole facade but I stood my ground. It was my time to show that I wasn't a baby anymore, and to show them what they really did to me over these years, what they really did to us all.
"No, but this is my boyfriend, Paul. The father left me; he had some issues he had to deal with so he took a break. His father is actually over there. Well, you might actually know this stuff if you were here once and a while. But I guess you never really cared enough about us to want to be around." I said coldly. I saw the real hurt and pain in their eyes, but I also saw defensiveness. John had sighed and I told him to go over with the Cullens, he didn't need this right now. He left quietly.
"We work as much as we do to support you kids, to support your lifestyle. But none of you seem to appreciate it." My mom said defensively as she clutched my dad's hand. I couldn't believe I was fighting with them at Lizzie's funeral. But I could almost see her cheering me on. I chuckled a little and sighed as I looked up at my mom straight in the eyes.
"Our lifestyle? You mean taking care of ourselves while our parents left for months at a time? Learning from books and T.V shows about how to live and grow up? Years of wondering where we would go next and wondering where our parents where now when they didn't come home for twenty minutes to tell us they were leaving us again. Yeah, that's the lifestyle you get when you have parents who abandon you on a regular basis. Blame us for actually caring." I hissed as I grabbed Paul's hand and I walked over to the casket. And I saw her.
Her hair was curled and laying around her. Her hands were folded over her stomach which was still big from her pregnancy, where McKenzie was only a week ago. Her hands held green beads which belonged to the worshiping of my goddess. I chocked back a sob. Everyone around us was blubbering, and I couldn't act like that. I sucked it up and kneeled in front of it. I put a hand over Lizzie's cold one. She actually felt like a vampires, which only made me shiver more. I sighed as I watched her. She had picture of baby McKenzie in his hands, my goddess's beads also in her hands. They were green, with each little bead having a small Celtic design. I smiled at them.
"Liz, I know you can hear me. I wish we weren't here. I wish you were here. I wish I could hold you and hug you, but I can't. But I want you to know that I love you. And I am glad you joined the family. At the beginning we defiantly didn't see eye to eye, or at least I didn't, but you were there for me when I needed you, and I will forever be in debt of your soul. I love you, sis. I'll be seeing you. Rest in Peace. Live with my goddess, be a goddess, be happy until you come back to us. Please let it be soon. Blessed be." I whispered to her. I felt the wind stir around me and laughed. I closed my eyes as my hand rested on hers, my mind seeming to let free of all fear.
Fermez les yeux, et rester à la place, ne jamais quitter ce monde vous épouser. Laissez votre coeur et l'âme avec moi, Mais jamais oublier d'où vous posez-il. Fermoir nos mains, nous n'avons jamais peur. Qu'un jour, tu retourneras ici. Bénis ton âme avec mon godddess vous restez, Eternellement sûr à sa manière à feuilles persistantes.
The old song my Grandmother had sung was present in my mind and I could feel a burst of love release from my hands, and I sent it to wherever she may lay now.
Everyone gave their respects, but we made it very brief. Only an hour long, though it seems so much shorter. After everyone left, I stayed behind as they brought her to be cremated. I knew that Liz wanted a wake and then to be cremated, but I couldn't bring myself to go. Lizzie's mom and dad went along with John and Will and Carlisle. But my parents had left half way during the wake, having already left on their plane. I sighed as I sat at home, alone. Paul had patrol. So, I sat in my room contemplating everything.
At Bella's Grad party, I had seen Lizzie, alive with a beautiful baby boy in her arms. But now, her ashes lay in an earn, while her baby girl stays at the Cullens with John and Will. We had decided to stay at the Cullens, mostly because they had the room and they wanted us there. But I sat in my room in my real house. I looked around. Why were things suddenly getting through my visions? What's wrong with me?
I sighed as I looked around. I started packing the stuff I wanted to bring to the Cullens. I brought my clothes and all my jewelry, along with photos and all the items from my grandmother. I brought all of my supplies for my spells. I rummaged through my closest when I found a box of photos from staying here. The first one I picked up was our third day here, when I was being patched up after falling in my studio. I realized I hadn't practiced since then. Another was of Lizzie, her beautiful smile, as we went shopping with Alice, Alice smiling happily in the back. Another was of the pack eating at Emily's, all smiling as they ate the fried chicken Emily and I spent hours on.
I packed all of these photos in my box, fighting tears as I did it. I can't believe this is happening. What's next? Who do I loose next? I sighed in relief as I heard John's voice outside my door. I muttered to come in and he stood at the door, a grave look on his face. I knew this was really weighing on him. He lost the love of his life, the sister I never had. I sighed in pain.
I ran up and hugged him, suddenly needing my big brother. He burst into tears just as I pulled him into my arms and it felt like hours before I finally calmed him down. He sat there just talking about her, remembering all of our fun times. We both reminisced until John's phone gave out a shrill beeping. He looked at the id and looked confused as he flipped it open.
"Yes, this is he." He answered to the voice on the other end. I watched him as he looked up at me in horror. Something was wrong. He couldn't off the phone fast enough. "Yes, thank you."
"What is wrong, John?" I asked seriously as he clasped his hands over his mouth. I could see the tears welling up again and I knew something was horribly wrong. What now? Haven't we lost enough? When will it end? Who's next? Will? Carlisle? Quil? The name was immediate, Jake?
"It's mom and dad. Mia, their plane back to L.A crashed. Their dead, oh god, Mia, Their dead!"
A/N: a short chapter I know, very very sorry. They can't catch a break can they? Who will be next? Will it ever end? R&R to find out!