The Next Tomorrow

DEATH

"Amen...!! ,amen,aaahh Amen!!..."The choir sang strangely. I mean were they being forced? I rolled my eyes when some people passing watched me with some strong type of sympathy. I hate this. My nanny since birth, Miss Stella, I kept around because she understood me and I loved her, not a piece of information for her ears, but I know I do.

A couple rushed to be with fake smelling all over.
"Oh Mara dear, Our condolences, We know what you'd be going through...." No, they didn't. Their parents are still alive. I saw them in a bathroom having sex at a family party. Those old creeps are disgusting. "....and we know they always were there for you..." I was fuming with anger. "Get away!".I shouted. "Huh?" They asked confused. "I said get away!!, and so does everyone who tries to come to me and say those words. I don't want your pity!, or sympathy!, no one should come towards me. You disgusting fake people!!" I shouted.

The couple flicked back and hurried away." Mara!, You got to respect the kid. They are elders. You know that's not our culture. You have to leave those attitudes aside!" I watched Aunt Claire like she had ten heads as she talked.

"Listen, woman, I'm not scared of you nor do I care about our opinions. So shut up like everyone is doing!" I demanded. She watched me quietly before turning to face the priest.

I watched my parents picture Queen as no memories of us together could gather up in my head. They never gave me love. Pathetic!. I turned to scan the room and about 1000 people or more were there. I hated the fact that even people who did wrong to them were here. A tear slipped down. "....and now we call upon their lovely daughter Mara, to give us her speech. I got up and walked to the stage. I took the microphone from his hands and pushed him back. Everyone gasped.
"What? isn't he human like us?please give me a break. My parents died as the rich couple, the multi-millionaire, friendly, kind and loving but most especially always praying...." I watched the paper again and checked for who wrote it..."Who's Jane Boateng?" I asked. She came forward. "Your piece is a lie. What is this!?. Come forward. " Everyone looked on quietly. "Better luck next time" I shoved it into her pocket.

"I want to tell all of you that My parents were kind and all that but they never prayed. Even I did better. If they ever did maybe their family would have been better and who knows it would not have been their funeral..." I pause to watch them.

" Mom, Dad, I hope you guys do better wherever you are and I'm very sure it's hell..." murmur broke out." You guys never cared and if you did, you never showed it and I ended up turning into this, the pathetic disrespectful daughter who always gets into trouble. Maybe I did all that for a little attention, but who was I kidding, you guys never came when the principal called... " I watched the silent room again.

"I'd end up leaving without punishment because you'd call and pay up, heck that's all you knew how to do
And you never did till now! I hope you two get what you deserve from God because I know you wronged a lot and I'll make I don't become like you!" I screamed the last part. Everyone was still quiet, some crying, some still with a 'we don't care' face on.

This was it, the 'd-bee's' parents are dead and she gets the money, let's get to her...
I'd give no one a penny even if they were on their deathbeds!!.

"Stella, did you call my friends?" I asked when I got down the stairs. Stella turned from talking to the group with a sad and confused face. I smiled anticipating..." Erm, Mara , they..." I watched her expectantly "Your friends bailed on you. They said you are a lowlife who can't fend for yourself so you better start learning that!" Aunt Claire stated smiling softly.

"Is that true?" I asked Stella. She quietly nodded. "Wow..." was all I could say. Heartbroken, I followed as they picked up the coffin and went to the cemetery. They lowered my parents down to the ground and the aching pain in my chest wouldn't go away. The sting of my eyes from trying desperately to stop myself from crying was too much and the pain of feeling abandoned was worse.

They were all I had... it's not like I pretended I didn't remember their birthdays because they always didn't mine or I got them Christmas presents because I wanted them to know I loved them.

Well that's how life is so it's best I suck it up.

I stayed quietly till we left the cemetery to the house...
" Mara, you have not eaten anything. Please try something. "Aunt Claire said.
" What don't you understand from getting out! I said get out and that's all I want" I shouted. "You better stop talking to me like that young lady!" She snapped. I watched her shocked. "I'll be waiting for you down" She said going away.

"You have to take it easy on her. She lost her parents and her only friends since childhood abandoned her. She has no siblings or relatives to connect with except you, please relax for her" Stella said. " I know Stella, I'm trying..."Aunt Claire said walking away.

I guess it's me and you, vodka. My life is messed up and no one loves me. Maybe this world is too small for me.
I drink almost all of the vodka thinking about what went wrong. Just like that, I was standing on top of the balcony bars looking up. I'm sure that place is bigger. I start to walk on the bars drinking the vodka. "My life's a mess!" I shouted, laughing at myself. Maybe I should jump, all the pain will go away. No world, no friends, no sympathy!
I threw the vodka with anger onto the ground below. My peace is where it landed is all I thought of before jumping.
"No!!!...." was the last I heard. I welcome the peace.....

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That's another chapter, y'all. Will she die from this or what??... I mean I'm confused myself. And her friends were they, right??.
Let's find out...

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