OppositeInverse
The Origin of The End.
ARC 1, EPISODE 1: It Starts With A Funeral
I like Horizon. This is my home, and everyday I get to see the beauty it spawns from the ground. How does a misty and foggy place throw up such beautiful flowers and green trees? How does it have amazing people? I gave Asa a flower today, I told Star their surprise was coming tomorrow. I like it here. I get to walk around and see the life that I was born to see. I still miss my aunt, but since she's in the ground now she also becomes the flower and trees. That's why I pick flowers, I want to take her with me. The Sheriff likes me, he buys me burgers everytime he pulls over and speaks to me. The mayor always takes pictures with me. I feel like a celebrity. I don't get to go to school, but I don't care. I still have homework though from Sister Grace at orphanage. No one is mean to me anymore like my parents. They are gone. I haven't seen them in forever. My aunt said they didn't love me because of my beauty on the inside. I wish I could give them a flower too. I saw Star and some of the football team pick on some of the younger kids, they saw me watching. I thought they was going to be mean to me. He asked for a flower and told me to come to the game. Horizon is magical too, it makes mean people nice. Sister Grace said it's not Horizon, that it's me that makes them nice. I'm not Horizon, so there's no way I make people nice. I hope that Horizon stays this way forever. Even though Cold Pines are scary, it's full of flowers. Trees, and beauty too! How can that be scary? I don't know. I feel like I'm growing up. I feel like there's nothing wrong with me. Horizon makes me strong. I don't like Horizon. I love Horizon. Signed.
Millie Wright.
NOVEMBER 2017
There she was.
The Reverend tried his best to follow up after reading Millie's letter to the entire mass of town that was before him. Every. Single. One. Horizon Elementary, Middle, and High were closed. City Hall was on hiatus. The Sheriff's office was providing traffic control for after the funeral. Every single citizen of Horizon was in attendance. Candlelights and vigil pieces were held by various youth, and adults. Sobs and tears were almost dominant among the noise heard. The reverend just stared at the letter after reading it aloud. His lips start to quiver and tears well in his eyes. That was Millie Wright. That's who she was. The best Mahogany and Gold polished coffin was sitting outside, in the midst of Horizon citizens, paid for by the Mayor. The leader of the city herself was in extreme tears, holding hands with members of the community and some of her political staff. Students of all races, creeds, and social castes joined hands and cried in unison. That's who Mille Wright was. The reverend stumbles through his eulogy, which only spreads more sadness and emotions to everyone seeing their spiritual leader crumble in sadness as well. He holds up the letter for everyone to see.
Reverend Thomas White: "Th-That's who she was, ladies and gentlemen. This..is Millie right here. And right there, and there, and there..."
He points from person to person, heart to heart, reminding them that Millie is inside each and every one of them. So many wails of pain and agony befell the crowd, as Reverend White tried his best to stay strong and for those who felt lost to remember Millie's soul and spirit. To never lose who she was as a person.
Rev. White: "Then I heard a voice from heaven say - Write this: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on. Yes, says the Spirit, they will rest from their labor, for their deeds will follow them.”
He then bows his head for a moment of silence, but how could they be silent? The town's Supergirl, their symbol of hope found dead, in a bed of flowers; The very thing she loved. The moment of silence was accompanied by nagging pains of despair and weeping. This was it. The finality. No more seeing her after this, the moment to remember forever. To mourn her here and now before she became one with the very nature she adored. From that point on she would live in Horizon, and it's citizens. So in the end, maybe she was right. She was Horizon, and Horizon did make people nice. But she was the fuel behind Horizon's light, not the other way around. And now, on this windy, foggy, dreary day. They all felt darkness in the lowest of places. Some hit harder than others. It would take over an hour for everyone to walk by the casket and deliver a final momento to her grave, most people putting flowers down, the very ones Millie had given them before. Some put letters, some put pictures, some put personal effects that would only be cherished between them and Millie. The choir then concluded the service with a rendition of a remorseful song, emotional and fitting of a legacy such as Millie's, Horizon's purest and most valuable treasure. The townsfolk would gather and share condolences with one another after, some students hugging and comforting one another from all age groups. And just outside Horizon cemetery, the sound and sight of a large moving truck followed by a black jeep heading down the small interstate, with a horde of townspeople eyeing with grave looks. Today was that day. A new family was checking into Horizon, and in a clash of timing only written in movies, that family was moving into Carrie Wright's old home, aunt and guardian of Millie before she died of cancer a couple of years back. They were known as The Lawsons, as the father, Holland moved to the town to bring extra revenue to the place via his masonry networking business, capable of outsourcing the Pine trade and natural resources here to effectively double the town's gross revenue on commerce. But none of that matters now, today was all about Millie. They watch as the vehicles zoom past and head into town, a big sign with Millie's picture and an army of candles surrounding it.
In a couple of months the Lawson's would be fully moved into Horizon, and what was truly on the horizon for them... time would only tell. The citizens could feel how they want with such a fast pace of change into the old Wright House, but if it meant doubling town income it had to be worth it, Right?
R.I.P. Millie Wright. 2003-2017.
Testimonials
I remember when Mil arrived at the Orphanage she was a child who would continually bang her forehead resulting in a permanently open wound. This simply disappeared after she arrived there. Because she thought loss was pain, but instead she was shown love, as she showed us.
She started going to arts classes and was encouraged to work in the garden with the other kids. It has to be said that this work was something which caused her to fall in love with nature. Just watching how happy she was warmed my heart.
Millie loved going for walks. She particularly loved to push her friends and carers along the road from behind -very useful when going uphill -a bit less so downhill. She was selfless.
She also loved being pushed on the swing when she was younger, and she loved food. She really loved her food; especially crisps - actually bags of chips.
One thing that remained a constant source of enjoyment in Millie's life was flowers. She loved to go for a garden. She didn't care where it was, so long as it involved the evergreen - OK, to be fair she did trespass on Mrs. Lonn's lawn and watching the old geezer yell at Millie was kinda funny.
She got to go on all school field trips with us, free of charge even though she wasn't enrolled. The longer the drive the better. Even before the bus started - before anyone else was even in the bus, you could see the anticipation in her face, the little smile, sitting in her seat waiting for the journey to start. I remember Asa almost punching someone trying to sit with Millie before she got a chance to.
She could be tricky too, or she thought she was being tricky. In later years when she was only allowed to eat pureed food (nasty shit) she would try to sneak real food. Sister Grace had to constantly keep an eye on her if there was a plate of biscuits nearby. If a biscuit was within range her arm would shoot out like a rattlesnake and the biscuit would be in her mouth before you know it. The staff would be left trying to frantically extract it - and with the same resolve, she would be frantically trying to eat it. Good times.
I never, ever heard of Millie getting angry; something to think about. Let that sink in.
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January 2018 - Present Time
Jordy's headphones flood her hearing as she listens to one of her favorite songs. She blankly stares out of the window looking at endless pine trees and a foggy sky. She can see her mother and father talking and smiling, their hands interlocked as her father Holland drives down the stretch rural road. Jordana hadn't spoke a word since she got up this morning to finalize the move. A large moving truck guided them to the town as she held back her inner animosity and sadness. She held mild resentment for her parents for such an abrupt and impulsive move. They were just fine where they were, happy and comfortable even. All because of money. She understood making money but at the expense of family happiness? And by that she meant her happiness. Her friends, her lifestyle, all left behind in Cali.
She looked at her phone, wishing for some texts, but knew all her Cali peers were in school, probably forgetting all about her. Finally a quiet sigh escaped her, as the endless pine trees were replaced with large green fields and a BEAUTIFUL coastline she had to admit. A view of a town in the distance. The fog concealed much of the view, but one view it didn't obstruct was the scene of a cemetery. There were a few people gathered around a particular grave in the winter weather. The looks on their faces looked defeated, broken, but also...bitter. Jordy didn't want to assume, but she saw the way they were looking. Her father slows down a bit to read the sign, RIP Millie Wright with a ton of signatures, candles, and affectionate items. He looked remorseful as her stepmother seemed more interested in the people. They drive onward and into town to see that it's literally quiet. A ghost town. "They did say Horizon was ghastly silent in the breaking morning." Holland says as he follows the truck, as they pull up to a large pinewood home, the truck pulls to the side and gives the family a perfect view of the home.
Jordy's stepmother Wilda claps and smiles with joy as Holland returns her a kiss on the lips. Jordy rolls her eyes and gets out of the car, grabbing her backpack and walking off to the porch waiting for them to open the door. They hop out along with the movers and help set the furniture down, as Holland unlocks the front door, and Jordana storms in. Holland quickly grabs her, a look of compassion in his eyes. Jordana returns a look of annoyance as he takes one of her earbuds out.
Holland: "Can you at least be cordial? Please?"
Jordana returns a thumbs up with a blank face. "You got it." she replies to him before trying to head off upstairs. Her stepmother who was more on the stern side calls to her. "Jordana, we're here now, the sooner you realize that the better. I know you miss your friends but this is our life now." Jordana returns another thumbs up, this time more of a 'fuck you' / middle finger than a mature response. She heads upstairs to claim a room, finding one with a nice view of the backyard and side, before setting her backpack down and sitting on the floor to continue to listen to her music. She was sad, more sensitive about it in a sense. She simply was just learning to absorb and adapt, there was nothing she could do about being in this foreign place anyways. She could only wonder what type of town this is that the entire place empties for one funeral like she'd her her dad talk about a couple of months ago. She whips out her phone and texts her best friend in Cali, Nathalie. She missed her already.
Nat-Stacks
me
I don't wanna be here :( This place looks like a setting for the next Jason movie. I miss you...
them
Awww! <3 miss you too bb, we all do :( So far away
me
Yeah literally on the other side of the country. Don't forget about me.
them
NEVAA! MAke sure you tell me about the fine ass boys they got too 0_0
Jordana laughs as she hears the rumblings downstairs of her parents and the movers moving everything in. She sighs once more, this time one of acceptance and realizing there was no going back. She looks beside her to something peculiar, an etching in the bottom part of the wall, the writing was unkempt and wily. But what should make out was that of a name.
"Milwa...Milhie.. Mihia Wright?"
School here would start back the next day for the spring semester. Everyone would open the doors to the high school and all know each other and mingle with their perspective social circles. But not Jordy, she'll for sure have all eyes on her like she was a purple alien. Would she make friends? Would she make enemies? She didn't know for sure, but all she could do was be herself and hope some weird ass soul accepted her for that. She wanted to just break down and cry, but a part of her did like the new adventures and swift change of exploring something new. Besides at least it was on the coast like back home in Cali. She could easily find her way to some waves, as the water was her domain. Holland comes up and knocks on the door as he smiles at her but also speaks with a very direct tone. "The sheriff and mayor are coming by later today to introduce themselves and welcome us to the town. You WILL be on your best behavior because you love me and you know how important this is to me right? Sweetheart I could double this town's revenue, I'd be raking in good money for us, and I know it's hard but I love you... I'll do whatever I can to give you a better life and if that means taking you away from friends to find new ones then I will. Because if your Cali friends are really your friends then they'll support you."
Jordy smiles a bit, still sad but also reflecting. She knew her dad cared, she just wished her stepmom was her real mom. She still didn't want to be here, but for her dad she'd cave in. "... I guess I can give it a go..". Holland hugs and kisses Jordy as he heads back down to help the movers get the furniture in. Jordy looks out her side and back windows to see a gorgeous view to the coast. She had to admit the green instead of desert dryground was a fresh change of scenery. She was nervous about school tomorrow, but even more nervous about where she'd fit in. She hoped that soon enough the universe would throw her a bone and help things align out. She was deeply spiritual and not really materialistic, that would already stand her out among generally superficial teenagers.
But only time would tell how her path would play out. Maybe the mayor or sheriff had kids of their own, even with that who's to say they won't hate Jordy? She overheard her dad and Wilda talking about how the community were really apprehensive about people moving into the Wright House, apparently it was a staple of Horizon. That means it could trickle down to students hating Jordy over something she had no control over, apparently whoever lived here before was important to the town.
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