The funeral is tomorrow, and I'm going to attend even though I feel really emotional about it. I thought about how sometimes I wish it was me on that floor. How it would be to have all this drama and pain go away, and escape the prison I am in. Anyways, it's time for school, which I've skipped for about 2 days now. I got up and took a shower, and got all ready. I looked in the mirror, I look like I am 70. My facial hair was medium length, and I had wrinkles around my eyes. I didn't have time to shave, so I threw on some clothes and drove to school. Kate came up to me when I got in. "Whoa, when did you turn 50?" "It keeps me warm in this winter weather." She let out a genuine laugh, and I gave her a hug because I needed one really bad. The hug, so perfect, I was so absorbed in it. I felt invincible. I felt free. At the end of the day, I went home, and shaved my face of course. Then I got some sleep, and what I woke up to surprised me... Bump for more!
I woke up to my girlfriend Kate lying next to me. I do not know how she got in, but she must've felt as if I needed to be with someone. She truly is caring. I don't believe she could've been more right as to what I needed. I slipped out of bed, and started taking a shower when I heard a knock on the bathroom door. "Yes?" "Hey, I'm going to run and get some breakfast for us, I'll be back." "Okay, thanks." It's a great day so far, but with a great day comes something terrible at the end. That's when I remember the funeral is today. Funerals always surprised me, because the people would cry and be sad, but in the end it's a bit like a celebration. A celebration of moving on to a better place, and even making room for new life I suppose. It was always depressing though, and it didn't help everyone wore black. You wear the most depressing color possible as if it is going to help with the sadness. It's asking for depression. I got out of the shower to find there is some clothes laid out for me. A pair of jeans, and a long-sleeved shirt. She was doing everything for me, someone actually cared. I walked out to find my whole house spotless, no sign of dust anywhere. It was as if she cleaned the whole house overnight. I sat on the couch, and the remote was on the armrest in a perfect straight angle. I couldn't believe what was happening. I heard her enter the house, and I could smell the food. I don't know what it was, but it smelled amazing. Such a gracious gesture, and I couldn't be happier. I started eating when I realize I haven't eaten for at least a day. I scuff down the whole meal in about 5 minutes, and chug down the sweet tea she got me. It was the best meal I've had in a while. Sitting there staring at me was Kate, and she asked me a question that surprised me. A question so superlative, no one could have thought of it but her. The question was "Where are you?" Where am I? Where is the person I used to be? The kind, gentlehearted person I once was. The guy who never would hurt a soul except for in self-defense. I was gone, and I needed to come back. "I'm in the reflection in the mirror, but as for here, I need to come back." That answer made her tear up a bit, and I knew she wanted the person she once had. I was determined to give it back to her, but it was not going to be easy. So, here I am, what I have become. What I need to come back from, what I need to stop. Nobody can help, it is a battle that can only I can fight. Now we head to the funeral, in our black clothing, and our sad faces. We go to mourn the death of our once friend, but we are celebrating still. Peace to her at last, and sadness to the rest of us. Bump for more!