FicWad

I am currently reposting this, under my new username. I have it finished and the sequal started from when I was on quizilla. I have no clue how long it'll take.
My plot, don't steal.

Twiggy furrowed her eyes, watching the caskets lower into the ground. People around her shifted around, each of them wet through to the bone from the rain. One and all and come to the tragic affair, Twiggy didn't want to be there in the first place. The situation should never of happened.

Twiggy adorned a black dress, it stopped around her knees- showing her fishnets. She wore ankle high boots, and a long black jacket over the top- keeping the chill off her. Her soft, chin-length blonde hair was sticking around her face with the rain, but even so her brown eyes never left the caskets.

Twiggy stood solitary, alone from everyone else. They could all tell she was crying, just standing there, letting the tears roll down her cheeks, but none of them moved closer to her. It was that type of thing, which made her believe she was alone, especially in this space in time.

Janie Clements, aka, Twiggy just couldn't believe what was going on. Her foster parents, people who had looked after her all her life- they were dead, and she was stuck, alone, with items she could never use. She hated her parents for leaving her; but she couldn't really feel anything else, but the overwhelming pain inside of her.

She didn't even want to go to the wake, but she knew she would have to. How would it look if she didn't? Probably like she didn't care, but she did- and that was why she didn't want to go. Everyone around her would be chatting, but she would be stuck, alone. Like she was now.

Her life had never been bad, and she could never complain about it. She lost her grandparents when she was very young, she couldn't remember though. She had foster parents, but they were her parents, to her at least. No one could ever take their place. She had high grades, a high wage job- and it never bothered her, that she hadn't really fallen in love with someone. She was happy, but now... everything seemed wrong.

She didn't want to do anything but scream, she didn't want to go back to the house. It would be quiet, and she couldn't cope with being alone. Twiggy hadn't been alone before, not like this; and all she wanted, was someone to hold her close- and tell her, everything would be just fine.

Soon, everyone dispersed from the area; heading over to the local bar for the wake. Twiggy, however, remained where she was. She didn't want to go, but she knew it was inevitable, especially when her cousin rushed over to her, and grabbed her wrist. She had no clue why she was even here, her cousin lived in France; she had never met her before now. "Jani-"

"Twiggy," she corrected.

"Twiggy..." Amanda repeated, her accent thick. "You shouldn't stay out in the rain, you'll..." she paused, maybe trying to find the right word. Amanda was at least a head taller than Twiggy, and her hair was a fiery poppy colour, while her eyes were a soft sesame seed. She had a firm build, but was rather petite like her cousin. Although French was her first language, Twiggy had been amazed at how good Amanda's English actually was. "You'll, catch the cold."

Twiggy gave her cousin half a smile, not really wanting to speak, and followed her to the car, which contained her aunt; Amanda's mother. Susana, was a tall woman, but she was thin like most French women; she could of easily passed off as a model; her designer shoes and hand bag, even the way she held herself. Twiggy noted, she had the same dark hair was her mother had, probably the reason why Amanda's hair had gone so dark. Her English was better than Amanda's, but her accent may of been thicker, had it been possible. "I haven't seen you since, you were only two."

Twiggy nodded, and turned her attention to outside; watching as the cemetery disappeared from her site. The bar was only a few miles down the road, she wouldn't of had far to walk had she stayed there. Her house, however, was a little further; but still in walking distance. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go home though.

Just as she had expected, the wake was busy. People were talking to each other, but rarely to her. They would send their condolences, or say how they hadn't seen her since she was very young, Twiggy just nodded to them before walking off.

The night was full of chatter, it was more of a blur to Twiggy than anything else that day; she just concentrated on the sound of the beating rain on the windows, and the odd rumble of thunder in the distance.

The night wasn't ending any time soon, and to put it frankly; Twiggy was tired of it. Sighing, she took one last look at the people in the room- before disappearing out the front of the bar.

She cast her eyes upward, watching the rain fall from the dark clouds above; the thunder echoing through the air. It must of been close to midnight, she wasn't exactly sure; but she knew where she was going.

Pulling up her hood, she headed back the way the car had driven earlier. She couldn't go home, it was hard enough after her parents were dead- but if she had gone back now, realisation of what happened earlier that day, would of sunk into her.

She pulled her jacket closer, keeping the bitterness out- and pushed open the cemetery gate. There was an creepy silence, and Twiggy wiped the tears from her eyes, before trudging through the graves.

Eventually she came to the pair belonging to her parents, she could tell even in the dark; they were the only one's with fresh flowers. That and the fact she was overcome with the same sadness she had felt earlier.

"Oh, Mama," she whispered, leaning down by the grave. Her fingers traced the name and the words inscribed, before a new wave of tears overcame her; causing her to collapse by the grave. "How could you just leave me?"

Twiggy didn't exactly care she was soaked to the bone, nor did she exactly care that she looked like a mess. She was a mess, inside and out. She didn't know where to go- or who to turn to.

"You said you would always be there," she whispered, wiping her eyes; jumping slightly as lightning lit up the area.

"Are you okay?"

Twiggy jumped again at the voice, before shifting her head up and staring at the stranger. He stood there, in front of her- looking generally concerned. He looked about thirty to her, and had short black hair. His complexion was rather ghost like, but there was something alluring about it. He held a sketch book under his arm, she watched as he held out his hand to her. "Come on."

"I'm fine," she muttered, looking back down.

"You can't stay here all night," he objected. "Don't you have a home?"

"Of course I do," Twiggy spat. What, did he think she was some homeless person or, something? "I just don't want to go back."

"Why not? It has to be better than being out here in the rain," he chuckled, before sighing and taking a seat on the wet grass beside her. "Spend a lot of time here?"

"I could ask you the same question," she hissed; before sighing. She knew she wasn't being very nice, but she didn't feel like being friendly. She felt betrayed. "I.. I'm sorry... It's..just..."

The guy gave her a soft smile, interrupting her, speaking with a ton as soft as his smile. "It's okay. You don't have to explain anything."

Twiggy sighed, nodding- kind of thankful he had said that, but then again- she needed to talk to someone about it all. "It gets easier," the man spoke, causing her attention to snap to him. "The loss... I lost my grandmother a few years back... we... We were really close," he trailed off, his voice threatening to abandon him. "When she passed on, I hated myself that I wasn't around. I didn't think it would ever be okay, I didn't think the pain would ever disappear," he turned to her, and gave her a genuine smile, although it was coated with sorrow. "I can't say that it's okay now, but it doesn't hurt so much. I can live with it, I accepted it."

Twiggy swallowed the lump in her throat, before drying her eyes. "They.. promised they would always be there for me."

All efforts to wipe away the signs she had been crying, ended up being futile as another wave of tears cascaded from her eyes. Taking pity on her, the guy wrapped his arm around her. Twiggy gave in, burying her face in his chest.

She remained like that, for at least ten minutes. The pair sat in silence, and the thunder was quiet and distant now. "I'm sorry..." she whispered, pulling away. "I dont even know your name."

"Gerard."

Twiggy gave a small smile, rubbing her eyes slightly. "Twiggy."

"What's that, a nickname or something?" he asked, with a slight laugh.

"It'd be a pretty strange first name," Twiggy replied, a slight chuckle rolling through her words.

"It does get better," Gerard spoke, standing up. "I promise you it does."

Twiggy stared at him for a while, and she couldn't place her finger on it, but she trusted him. She believed his words; something, the way he said it- it may of even been himself, but she believed what he said.

It was still raining on her way home, so when she arrived home- she was soaked to the core. Everything was so quiet, usually when she had returned home late from a party, drunk and laughing, her mother or father would of been waiting for her, but now... there was nothing.

Sighing, she trudged her way upstairs, not bothering to turn on a light, and walked into her bedroom. It was a small room, but she loved it. She barely spent any time there, she was usually out having fun; but now, she didn't know.

She spent the rest of the night, lying in bed... thinking. About the day, the future, just about everything. She had no clue how Gerard had convinced her to return, she had no clue how he had even managed to stop her from bursting into a new wave of tears, but he had.

She let out one last sigh, before closing her eyes. Everything was too much to take in, a part of her hoped, that maybe in the morning everything would be how it was supposed to be. She knew however, that wouldn't be happening any time soon.