Chapter 2 Micol

Micol

It was pouring by the time I got the cemetary. It was neatly tucked away at the corner of a posh neighbourhood where tthe resisdents wouldn't have to see the dead people every time they went on a walk.
Ar first I wasn't sure if I was in the right place. The neighbourhood looked too expensive and too quiet. A place where old rich people lived. Then I saw a sign statting Willow cemetary by the corner of the road past a huge abandoned looking church and realised with a sinking heart that I was in the right place after all.

When Russel called me Two days ago and told me about her death, I didn't know how to react. Its been so long since I've heard of her that the news about her passing came as a surprise. Russel told me that he had already called Harry and was coming down from Ashton with Jake to visit her grave. I automatically said okay because I didn't know what else do.

Now that I'm finally here, at the cemetary, I felt a scence of shame, guilt...maybe a bit sad. I didn't know my own sister too well. We barely saw each other or talked. After I left home twenty years ago I barely came back to visit. The last time I saw her was when she was at the hospital with my father. I remember her walking out of my fathers room, crying softly, her jet black hair falling around her like a blanket and her violet eyes downcast and sad. She must have been fifteen but she looked older at that moment. She didn't notice me as she walked past me and I didn't stop to comfort her as I rushed to my fathers room only to find out that he's passed off with a peaceful smile on his face.
We didn't see her at his funeral but her abbsence was hardly noticed. She wouldn't have been wellcome with my mother being there. We didnt even notice that she was gone until Russel pointed it out to us. And even then we barely even cared. She's always been like that person on the background of a picture, hardly noticible and easily forgotten.

I didn't want to get out of the car and walk that short distance to her grave. I felt like an a*****e just by being here. But I felt like an even bigger a*****e for acting like a coward. So I grabbed the boquet of white lilies on my pasenger seat and got out of the car. The rain drenched my expensive blue suit but i didn't care for it much. I had a dozen more of them back home.

I didn't need to got that far or ask anyone for directions, it wasn't a very large cemetary and my brothers figure was hard to miss even in the rain. He had our fathers sturdy build and height which made him look like a gaint among men. He too, I noticed, didn't mind the rain.

'Well well look who's early for a change.' I called out as I apporched him.

Harry turned his head around and gave me an unimpressed look. I didn't like that. Ever since we were boys Harry had always treated me like dirt on the tip of his shoe.

'Hello to you too little brother.' Harry drawled out before he raised a questioning brow. 'Are those for me?' He pointed at the boquet in my hand.

I gave him a disgusted look. 'F**k no!'

'Those are for...her?' Harry frowned. His dull brown eyes stared at me like they were seeing an alien.

'Do we have any other baby sister buried here?' I shook my head at him and brushed past him to her grave. The soil was still freshly turned over and muddy but I didn't care as I knelt down and placed the flowers over her grave. I knew she'd like them because these were tthe same flowers I had given her on Harry's wedding. She must have been around eight or nine at that time. While the adults were busy decorating the family house for the wedding, she was told to stay out of the way. Harry's then wife to be had wanted white lilies for the wedding and when the florist brought them over, she couldnt take her eyes off them and had asked mother if she could have one. Just one lily. As usal my mother flipped out on her and sent her out of the house. She didn't want an outsider at her sons wedding.

I was there when my mother pushed her put of the house like some dog.I didn't like the way my mother treated her but there was little I could do to change her mind. My mother hated that child.
So I grabbed a handful of those flowers and sneaked our of the house. I found her quietly sulking on dads workshop porch. When she saw me coming her eyes looked up at me like she was afraid that I might hit her but when I have her the flowers her violet eyes grew wide with surprise and then bright with childish happiness.

I couldn't help smiling back at her and ruffled her scruffy black hair before going back to the house.

That memory of her made me smile now and suddenly the words came easy. 'I'm sorry I wasn't a good brother to you kiddo but at least I remebered these', I patted the flowers. ' I remeber you liked them. That should count for something right?'

Author's Note

The first few chapter will all be short.