Funeral.

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"𝐈𝐋𝐘𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄" even if it was in bad circumstances that they came back to Russia she still missed the crisp cold weather and the sound of snow crunching underneath her boots she missed it all, when the siblings arriv...

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"𝐈𝐋𝐘𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄" even if it was in bad circumstances that they came back to Russia she still missed the crisp cold weather and the sound of snow crunching underneath her boots she missed it all, when the siblings arrived they were informed that the funeral was taking place right as they were talking no one waited for her children to show up no one truly cared about one another in this family but who would break the news to poor little Judas? everyone pretended to care as he got out of the car with droopy shoulders and bloodshot eyes disheveled hair and no gloves he wanted to touch his mother's resting place so he left his gloves with his sister that was walking behind him rubbing his back she was the opposite of judas she looked breathtaking with a tinge of sadness she was wearing a black mink coat and a black ushanka on her head black gloves and a tweed black dress underneath the heavy mink coat her hair was teased into a beehive she looked like Jackie O. She stood far away from everybody including judas who was right beside his mother's gravestone up and personal with Katrina. Ilya walked away after a while not wanting to be in the private family cemetery any longer she left roses for her younger brother Mishka kissed the little Cherub angel that was sitting on his headstone leaving a red kiss mark on the angel's chubby cheeks and walked into her father's garage she needed to drive to clear her head so she chose the fastest car and drove off into the woods her car slid on the Ice multiple times while singing along to a song she's never heard.

Emotions, what are you doing
Oh, don't you know? You'll be my ruin
You've got me crying, crying again
When will you let this heartache end?
Emotions.

Ilyas eyes were blurred by the sudden tears that showed up as the song's chorus came to an end she tried blinking away her tears but that one blink turned into her closing her eyes completely and swerving into a big elder tree her head banging onto the steering wheel as every glass in the car broke and so did her heart. Ilya opened her eyes got out of the car and checked herself for major injuries and found none other than her nose breaking and some deep cuts on her face and neck she started to walk away from the car Ilya was far away from the car but stopped in her tracks when she heard the last part of the song come out of her car rustic and demonic but still the message was loud and clear for Ilya to hear

Emotions Ah give me a break
Let me forget that I made a mistake
Oh, can't you see what you're doing to me?
Emotions please set me free.

Ilya turned around to see the car she half expected a demon to be standing next to the cherry red car singing to her but all she saw were droplets of blood on the pure white snow and smoke coming from the car she coughed and the car blew up in flames sending her back in horror any sane person would have run for the hills by now but Ilya wasn't sane she stood there dripping in blood admiring the beautiful flames the engulfed the car and everything in it including her sadness " goodbye mama" Ilya whispered to the flames and walked away leaving her worries behind for once Ilya felt light like a heavy weight was lifted off of her she was glad she almost died that day. When she got back to the Ivanov manor Judas opened the door seeing his everything covered in blood and cuts was the last thing he wanted he shouted for the maid to call the doctor and pulled Ilya into the warm house after several stitches and bandages she was finally free from the hands of the family doctor she sat down at her mother's desk in her study and began writing a letter to her father
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Father. Heaven and hell are words to me so when my time does come around lay me gently in the cold dark earth don't bother with a grave no grave can hold my rage and body down I'll crawl home to Judas don't bother visiting my body either for my soul would be long gone with Mishka and mama. when you see this I'll already be back in Vermont I'm taking a bit of money I want to buy a house there I'm sick of the dorms.
Sincerely Ilya M. Ivanov

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Ilya talked to judas about going back to Vermont early and he agreed even though he couldn't take the darkness of the manor anymore he would miss it. they agreed both children would leave tomorrow afternoon. They ate together that night the once lively manor that hosted many great men and women was now dark and lonely with no hope of life the children slept in the same bed for the first time in a year Judas as always had his head on Ilya's chest her heartbeat lulling him to sleep leaving Ilya awake staring at the ceiling worrying about the future

                                      

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