"This disguise doesn't even cover the most inhuman part of my face." I say thirty minutes later when York and I are standing in Aster's room, changed and ready to go.
I'm still wearing the one outfit I was given, but with the hood on the hoodie pulled up and a black cloth face mask over my mouth. My totally black eyes were out and visible to the wandering eye though. Not to mention I was fucking massive. There was no way I wouldn't draw attention.
"It covers the part of your face that would make you most identifiable to someone you used to know. They have no reason to think you're still around. And certainly wouldn't think you'd grown five inches and started wearing colored contacts. Trust me, it's good enough."
"Whatever you say." I grumble as he pulls his katana from his back.
I watch in fascination as he slices through the air and a black slit opens from nothing.
"I don't understand how that works." I say as he holds one side open for me to step through. When I do, I'm immediately somewhere else, a place that looks kind of like a park.
I step to the side so York can come through.
"Where are we?" I ask, looking around.
The sun is out, bright and warm. The sky is clear, and the wind is blowing a little. It's a really nice day.
I look around, and I can quickly see it's not a park, it's a cemetery.
"Oh." I say once I've answered my own question. I hadn't really thought about how it would make me feel to attend my own funeral, but it was one hundred percent fucking weird.
The entire area was surrounded by a tall, black iron fence. We were towards the back, where there were quite a few more trees. There were a few very old looking headstones back here with us, but not very many.
There are more uniform rows of headstones lined in rows ahead of us. And towards the very front, is a small group of people.
I can see very well from here, I guess because of my new eyes.
There's a man, who looks like a priest of some sort, standing in front, beside a large dark brown coffin sitting up high on metal stands. He's talking, but the ringing in my ears is too loud to care about what he's saying.
Because right there in front, with her face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking with sobs, is Jazzy. I can't see her face, just her back. My heart aches in my chest, and I instinctively grab at it like it'll make the pain subside.
I can see my parents beside her, and they're stoic as always. My dad is on his fucking phone. I scoff at that, shaking my head.
"The girl crying is your sister?" York asks from beside me. I nod grimly.
"I hate seeing her like this." I bit my lip a little. She didn't deserve to have to feel this kind of grief. Dead, for someone I didn't even know.
Speaking of the someone I didn't know, my eyes catch on to the girl in question, who is to my shock, sitting next to my sister with a hand on her shoulder.
Wow. Can't believe she came to my funeral.
I didn't know the rest of the people in the crowd well enough to recognize any of them from behind, so I mostly ignored them.
Just focused on my sister. Her grief makes me feel so fucking guilty. Was it selfish of me to sacrifice my own life for a stranger and leave her behind? She was alone now. She would have to go the rest of her life with no real family, not unless she marries into a loving one. God, I hope she finds someone good. Someone sweet, and caring. I hope her weird fucked up childhood didn't come through when she was choosing her future partner.
"Can we leave?" I ask York suddenly, forcing myself to look away from my weeping sister.
"What? Already?" He scrunches up his forehead and makes a pouty face. "We just got here."
"While I know everyone is here, I'd like to go to my apartment and grab some stuff." He sighs, but shrugs.
"I guess it doesn't matter. Aster isn't expecting us back for another hour anyways, and I'm just glad to be doing something different for a change." He grins at me and pulls his katana back out.
I glance down at the backs of my family one last time before following York through his portal.