The Mortician's Daughter

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Chapter 3

My Own Parents Don't Know Me

I sat in my room absorbing how my day had gone. Didn't he understand I would never change? Didn't he understand I would never fit in anywhere? It made me so angry when he done that. He was blind. It's sad when my own parents didn't know me. They thought they knew me until it came right down to it. They knew the old me and that was it.
Someone knocked on my door. "Annabelle. We need to talk." My father said. "No! Leave me alone!" I yelled. "Annabelle! Stop being so defensive!" He demanded. "How can I? You keep trying to change me! You don't know me anymore!" I yelled. "Fine, Annabelle. You never listen." He said calmly but cold. I got up from my bed and stormed over to my door and slung my door open. "I don't listen? I don't listen?" I repeated. He looked at me as if to say ''you know the answer''. "You don't realize how many times I tried to talk to you. To let you in on the real me. And I'm the one who doesn't listen? You need to look in the mirror!" I exclaimed. He mouther, trying to find something to say. I slammed the door as hard as I could and I heard it when the frame cracked. I locked it back and walked over to my radio and turned it up to drown the outside out.
I got to school the next day. I was mad about last night. Mad wasn't the word for it. I was furious. "Annabelle!" Alex called. He was waving for me to join them by someone's car. I walked over. I faked a smile despite my rage. "Hey," Damion said quietly. "Hey," I smiled. He seemed so quiet. He never spoke. If he did, I didn't hear him.


As the days past, I got closer with my new found friends. All of them except one, Damion. If anything, he seemed to be distancing himself from the small group of friends. He barely spoke a word but seemed like he was observing everyone and everything around him. It was hard to forget him though. His bright baby blue eyes quickly caught your attention when you looked at him. One look just wasn't enough.
Rebeca would know more about him. I would ask her if it was something I had done or said.
"Rebeca." I whispered while we sat in the park. Damion was sitting under a tree in the shade writing an essay. "Yeah?" She asked. "Damion. Is he always like this? Is it something I said or done? He seems so quiet." I said. "Yeah. He's always been like that but the last year he's been worse. Don't take it personally. He's like that with everyone." Rebeca said. "He's not very... talkative. He's someone who keeps to himself." She continued. He was sitting on a blanket in the shade. He looked peaceful. Like no one could disturb him. I stood up. "Where are you going?" Rebeca asked. "I'm going to see if he'll talk to me." I answered. "Good luck." She said quietly. I walked down the slight hill to Damion. I sat down in front of him on my knees. "What are you doing?" I asked nicely. "Just, writing. English Essay." He answered. I wasn't quite sure what to say. "I'm going to ask you this up front, why don't you talk a lot?" I asked. He looked at me. His eyes were soft. "Because I have nothing to say. Unlike you, I don't try to find words that aren't there." He explained. Wait, what did he just say? I stiffened my back awkwardly and blinked my eyes. He looked at me again. "No offense but your having trouble finding words to say." He said. "None taking, but I'm sure you have plenty to say if you just try." I replied. He bit his bottom lip and shook his head. "Nope. If I have nothing to say, I have nothing to say. Simple as that." He explained. He closed his English book and looked at me. I stared at him for a moment. He raised his eyebrows and shook his head slightly. "Huh?" I asked. "You seem... lost or something. Is something wrong?" He asked. "No, no. I was just thinking." I said. "Thinking? Isn't that dangerous for you?" He joked softly. I breathed a laugh. "Yeah. Sometimes it is. My thinking has literally gotten me in trouble before." I said. He laughed. His smile was something I wasn't very used to seeing. He turned his head slightly to his left. All expression left his face. "I have to go. I'll see you later." He said standing up. I stood up. "Okay. I'll see you." I said. He walked away. I seen Evan walking down the slight hill towards me. "Evan. Hey." I smiled shyly. I crossed my arms across my stomach. "Hey, Annabelle." He said. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "I was coming to hang out with some friends for a while." He answered. "Oh. Well, I'll let you go back to your friends." I said. "Oh, they left. I was just trying to find something to pass my time." He replied. I nodded. "Do you want to go walking or something?" He asked. "Yeah. I need a tour of this place. I might need the directions." I smiled. Then it struck me, "your Rebeca's brother aren't you?" I asked. "Yeah. She didn't tell you that? She has a habit of forgetting to tell people stuff." He said. "I heard that!" Rebeca yelled from where she was sitting. I laughed.
We walked through the sunny park. Not much was said while we walked. Very few words were exchanged between me and him. He stopped on a hill. I stared at the pond at the bottom of the hill. The ducks swam peacefully ignoring the laughter of the small children running and playing. "Evan! Come on!" Rebeca called. "I guess I'll see you later." He said. "Yeah. I've got to go over to the the funeral home for a little bit tonight." I said. "Okay. I might see you then." He smiled. "Yeah. Maybe." I mumbled. He turned and walked down the hill towards Rebeca. I stood there for a while watching the ducks swim in the pond. The wind blew slightly and the water sparkled like stars in the night sky. I couldn't help but stop and stare.
I was in the morgue. My father was talking to the owner about something. I waited. I was bored beyond belief. I had finished what my father needed me to.
"It doesn't bother you to stay down here with dead people by yourself?" I heard Evan ask. "Not really. Its not like they're going to come back and get me or something." I answered. I heard him mumble something. "What?" I asked curious. "Nothing." He replied. "Okay." I said. I wasn't sure what to say at this point. For some reason there was an awkward space between us. My father walked down the stairs halfway and stopped. "I'm going to be a while, Anna if you want to go home." He said. "Come on, Anna. We'll go for a walk." Evan said. "I'll just..." I trailed off pointing towards Evan. My father nodded.

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