Octavia smoothed her hands over her dress for the millionth time that day. She couldn’t face her family, especially her father. She knew that she’d have to go in soon; after all, she couldn’t stay outside in the cold forever. The horrible memories in her hometown killed her. It killed her when she got the call about the funeral. It killed her while she was on the flight there. It killed her as picked up the single suitcase packed for her short stay. It killed her as the rental car came up to the airport. She knew that she could handle the body. It was cousin she had only met once or twice, there was no emotional attachment. It was sad event, there was no point in denying that, but to her it was nothing worth coming back—but she had no choice since her father twisted his arm, financially that is, just to plan …show more content…
She’d give her parent the best face of sadness that she could muster, and give her apologies for not being able to stay long too-even though she didn’t mean it. Her father always asked when he could see her, and he’d always accept whatever answer she gave him even if she didn’t go through with it. Except, this was not the case today. She couldn’t walk towards the door; all she wanted to do was just hop onto the closest flight to California. She was a professional actor who doesn’t know how to make up some tears at a funeral. She smacked her palm against her thigh in frustration which she ultimately regretted afterwards. The cold winter air provided extra pain, leaving a small red print and making her eyes water. Suddenly, Octavia got an idea. She brought her right hand up after pulling herself out of the window’s view, and slapped herself in the face. The tears slowly began to flow from her