Jolly Holiday

Shelbie was a fashion designer. Very low key, living in upper Manhattan with her junkie brother. Then she got her big break. And that big break, went by One Direction.


25. Sing

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these withered wings and learn to fly
You were only waiting for this moment to arrive
Blackbird fly,"

I never imagined being able to smile at my sister's funeral. But as I sat on my stool and strummed my guitar, I began to think of all the good times we'd had.

"You were only waiting for this moment to arrive,"


I was probably about ten. Which meant Kat would've been eight.

I run furiously through among the huge stalks of corn, trying to find Kat and giggling loudly when she knocks my feet out from under me. I go crashing to the ground and graze my knee.

"KITTY!" I wailed in laughter.

I remembered this. This was 'our place'. Dad never had enough time to make us a treehouse, so we played in the corn field. We shared secrets and ran until the sun was just a speck on the horizon and it was twilight.

"Promise we'll always be best friends?" Kat asked, rolling off of me to collapse in a heap beside me.


"Pinky swear." I offered her my pinky, "By the way," she mumbled, heaving herself to her feet, "You're it!" she called, darting across the field once more.

-End Flashback-

I looked out to the crowd, seeing many familiar faces. Jessica. Harry. Ma and Dad. Our cousins, Lucas and Audrey. And in the very back I saw a familiar face that made me want to die of astonishment. Cameron. I had to carry on, though.

I began to strum my guitar along to Kat's original song, "Kat wrote this herself. The first time she performed it, she said that it's dedicated to anyone who has ever felt alone or alienated.

"I think about the days
When we were young and carefree
We didn't think to ask
Who we are or who we should be
We just existed
With no resistance
We were superheroes then
But times have changed
And wars are raging
Underneath our skin,"

The song ended. It sounded different when I sang it. Because I knew that I would never be able to duplicate the passion that Kat performed that song with.

The rest of the funeral went on as funerals do, and I finally made my way down to the basement where Harry, Katie, and Violet were working to get food plated in the kitchen, "Where do you need me?" I asked.

"You can go sit down with your family. We've got this under control." Violet said, pulling a huge plate of fried chicken out of the oven (because that's what's served at every get together in Southern Indiana. We love us some chicken.).

"I'm going to go outside for a minute." I mumbled, walking directly for the exit. I collapsed against the wall, taking in the cool air.

"Shelbs." I whipped my head around to come face to face with Cameron.

"What're you doing here, Cam?" I murmured.

"I came to see if it was true. That my sister was really dead. I saw it on the news." he slurred, tripping his way over to me, "I kicked Cody out."

"You're snockered." I grumbled, catching a whiff of his horrid breath, "You showed up to your own sister's funeral drunk?"

"Come on. We're Catholic. Everybody's going to be drunk by the end of the night anyway. I may as well be a trendsetter."

"You're drunk off your ass. I can't believe you. This really is low even for you, Cameron. And I want you to leave. Now."

"What makes you think I'm going to take orders from a teenager?" he chuckled.

I didn't want to do it, but I pulled my purse from my shoulder and grabbed my pepper spray, "Get away from here now, or you're going down. I'm not putting up with your bull. Not today."

"Try me, shorty."

Well, he dared me. The next thing I knew, the man that used to be my brother was rolling around on the ground with a face full of pepper spray.

I quickly put the cap back on the bottle and walked back into the church.

He had it coming.
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