It's freezing outside, the rain making a loud "tack" noise with every drop against the windows and roof.. But honestly; between the freezing weather and where I am right now; I'd rather brave the frigid weather outside than brave the uncomfortable and desolate ambience I'm experiencing right now. At my mother's wake.
My aunts, uncles and father are lined up leading up to my mother's coffin for the final viewing. My brother Marcus and I are sitting down in the seats about five feet adjacent to our mother's coffin. I look around; trying to avoid completely staring at the coffin and our family members. At the moment; it feels like the most awkward place in the world to be seated. I would love nothing better to just go home and leave. I was never really good at dealing with my feelings and this was torture for me. I reach into my jacket pocket and pull out a sleek metallic flask of liquor, unscrew the top calmly yet with urgency and take a swig. I look over at my brother for a moment and try to think of him for a moment. I feel so bad for not thinking of his mindset throughout all this. The family has always been there for me through my depression, and he has been there for me out of all of them the most.
I nudge him with the flask and say; "Hey bro; want a quick sip? Take the edge off."
He responds unemotionally; "No, it doesn't. It never takes the edge off..thanks though, Micheal.." He stares off straight ahead at the coffin. He was closest to our mother than anyone in our entire family. He must be hitting him the worst out of all of us.
My thoughts are interrupted with his voice so suddenly, my heart skips a beat; "Hey man" he says under his breath "I'm gonna duck out and head home...give everybody my love ok?"
"Ok cool. Drive safely; it's raining like crazy out there" I say. No response from him. He stands up slowly and walks away toward the entry way of the funeral home. It's strange. The entry was so brightly lit as we came in. As I look at him on his way out; it looked a lot greyer.
End of Part One
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Melancholy Of A Fragile Mindscape
KurzgeschichtenMichael mourns the loss of his mother along with his family and twin brother Marcus. From then on; his mother's death won't be the only tragedy he'll have to face.
