Melody Koenig (sg_melody) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2012-02-23 22:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: narrative, -2012: february, former character: melody koenig |
Narrative: Melody's Funeral
Who: Melody, her family
When: Thursday, February 23
Where: The local funeral home
What: Melody shows up at her own funeral
One step Melody was leaving the classroom where her murderer was about to do something sex-related with the one person who could see her, and the next she was … somewhere else. There were a lot of people wearing black and crying and-
Oh, look! A casket! How nice. And another. And another. All with people and flowers around them. What the hell?
Melody saw her parents and her brother next to one of the caskets, her mother crying and her father shaking people's hands. So, this must be her funeral then? How long had it been since she died? At least a couple of days, right? Was this her new, ghostly existence? Stepping in and out of the world with just nothing during the time in between?
Melody looked around a bit and saw that there were at least two other funerals or wakes or whatever going on at the same time as hers - one for that black girl from glee club, and another for Lauren Zizes. How many people had died that they were holding funerals on top of each other like this? Melody supposed it was somewhat of a consolation that her family members were still there, very much alive. Oh, and there was her best friend, Leslie, sobbing on Terry's tie. What the...? He was like, four years too old for her!
Melody wandered over to her casket and looked in, saying out loud, "Well, they did a good job covering up the strangulation marks. Thanks for picking a quality mortician, folks!"
Then she wandered closer to her parents to eavesdrop on their conversation with a lady Melody recognized from church. "...idea who could have done it? I suppose in all the chaos, one more body..." the woman sighed and shook her head. "Not much comfort, though, is it?"
So, they didn't know about that freak who'd killed her. Maybe that was why Melody was still here and hadn't gone into the light or whatever. Maybe she had to figure out who he was and then how to tell everyone else. He'd looked young enough to be a student, and he was hanging out there, pretending to be a desk, so Melody figured that she'd camp out at school and wait until she saw him. That way she could follow him around, find out his name and everything, and maybe even haunt him!
It would be better than haunting her parents and having to see them grieve all the time.
Didn't they get it? Melody was always living on borrowed time. Just because she'd died at sixteen didn't mean she felt gypped or anything. That was almost sixteen more years than she was supposed to have, and the last five or so had been really happy. No, the only thing Melody was sad or angry or anything about was the idea that her murderer might get away with it.
Melody took one step toward the door of the funeral parlor and disappeared.