One single white rose lay on top of the black polished coffin.

The sun was beginning to set, leaving waves of scarlet and pink across the sky. The only sound that could be heard at the moment were the soft sniffles muffled by handkerchiefs. Tears shed and fell, leaving everyone's eyes bloodshot red.

I felt a hand rub my back comfortingly and I looked up to see Roman smiling softly at me before he pulled me into a hug, holding me close to him. I let everything out into muffled sobs. I let out all of the feelings I have bottled recently. It was like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders as the coffin was lowered into the ground.

°Flashback°

"Roman!?!" I called out, my eyes widening at the shards of broken glass, droplets of blood staining them red. Smashed bottles and broken picture frames lay on the ground. I quickly turned around to see a dog. By the looks of it, a husky....sitting at the top of our stairs, just staring at me. It quickly ran off down the stairs and turning a corner into the kitchen, and I quickly followed after it.

Turning into the kitchen, the dog was nowhere to be found. I turned around again, only to find Roman standing inches away from me. I jumped in shock, but then I noticed his bleeding arm. I quickly grabbed the kitchen towel and went to tie it around the cut, only to find that there wasn't one. I never got any answers or explanations as to what exactly happened that night, he only informed me of my mother's death.

°End of Flashback°

Of course I was definitely upset about us losing our mother, but I was relieved to know that she was somewhere better, and that she would watch over us four always, as cheesy as this sounds.

Memories flooded my mind of my mother, some of them with our father before we left him, before he died. I remember my mother perfectly, each memory was a lot more clear now than they used to be. Her creamy white skin was flawless, her brown hair fell in perfect curls as they cascaded down to the middle of her back.
Her smile was priceless, her brilliant white teeth perfectly aligned. Her jade green eyes showed nothing less of love, kindness, and her strong willed personality.

After our father's death, everything fell apart. The glimmer and shine in her eyes faded, until it was eventually gone, not one ounce of hope left in them. Her silky curls fell into limp strands from stress.

She drank the pain away and was never home, too busy whoring around with other men to keep her mind off of the pain of her loss. She pushed us away, mainly because she didn't want us to get hurt. But she never realized how much it hurt it when she brushed us off.

As adults, we talked to her a little more than we did as teenagers. We tried to help, but of course, she believed that there was nothing that could be done. Instead, she stayed with an abusive boyfriend and simply never wanted to bring up the topic of my father again.

Our mother was miserable until the day she died. So, to know that she wasn't dealing with this anymore brought peace and some type of closure to all of us. Roman eventually let go of me to go talk to someone. The voice sounded familiar, but I was too busy staring off into space to notice or care. Everyone was here. Aunts, uncles, cousins, other relatives and friends to support and comfort everyone. My band was here, as well as Pierce The Veil.

After a while, my thoughts were interuppted as I was tackled into a hug by a smaller female with long black hair. I smiled. It was our sister, Dahlia. Her red rimmed eyes sparkled as she grinned at me. We haven't seen each other in a few years. Both of us had been busy doing our own thing.

"Dahlia! How have you been?"

She rested her head on my shoulder before answering.

"I'm doing pretty good. I'm happy that I'm finally back home. I got to see everybody again." She smiled.

"How about you? I heard that a lot has been going on with you recently. Was talk about it?"
I smile back as we walked around in the cemetery, leaving friends and family to talk and comfort each other amongst themselves.


I told her everything, knowing that she would listen to me and wouldn't judge. She did take this a lot calmer than I expected, but I decided not to question it. After we talked to each other for a while, both of us going over everything that occurred since we've last seen each other, we decided to go back to the others when I noticed something.

...Where the hell was Gehenna?

As if she seemed to have read my mind, Dahlia answered my question.

"If you want to know where Gehenna is, your guess is as good as mine....no one knows where she is. No is able to reach her. I don't think she knows about mom....."

Dahlia trailed off sadly. I only shrugged at her answer, half expecting it. But deep down inside, I was worried. It was concerning that her whereabouts weren't known to anyone. There's no telling if she's okay. But, of course, it is Gehenna we're talking about. She was always the strongest of the three. Always defended herself and her siblings from harm.

Remembering this made me smile in slight relief.

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Everything seemed to return to normal eventually. Roman was back, Dahlia was home for a while, and I was back in the recording booth, with a lot more songs than I expected to have written before the tour. Currently, Cristo and Andy were talking quietly and listening to me sing. I noticed how everyone seemed to get along really well. Andy eventually caught my eye and flashed a brilliant smile, but his blue eyes were the only thing I could focus on.

I was feeling better than ever, and I was looking forward to this tour a lot more than I did before.

Notes

Swimming Home; Evanescence.
I apologize if the chapter is shitty. I've been rushing all day, switching devices, and I rewrote this chapter four times. I don't have the energy to go back and fix all of the grammatical errors if there is any.