Chapter 2: The Dark Funeral

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So today is the day for the funeral. I'm at some kind of place right now with my mom. My mom is picking my coffin and some old creepy lady is doing my makeup. Like I'm dead, no need to dress up but whatever. My mom picked a white coffin because my funeral is dark enough already according to her. The coffin doesn't match but I least I get a nice coffin and not some old and smelly one. That's the good part at least. Anyway they are still doing my makeup and my mom went shopping for outfits for the funeral for her. So I heard they are letting my dad come to the funeral but he will still be handcuffed and police will be watching him. At least his coming but it doesn't mean I don't hate him, which I hate him so much. If only I could haunt him. Maybe later after I haunt my pregnant mother. I wish that child luck. So my mother found a dress for a slut. I guess she is a slut I don't know. At least it's black and not pink. She also bought a box of tissues for her and my dad. And she bought some very ugly shoes. So she went to try them on. She was so happy they fit. When she got to the cashier she said, "My daughter passed away so I'm going to her funeral." Like I sure hope your going. The total came to over $100 and my mom freaked out. But she bought it anyway. My dad is will be wearing his prisoner outfit. It's gross but it's better than what my mom is wearing. After the clothing store my mom bought tons of beer and win. Like are you that depressed? Anyway my mom is at the funeral and she is already crying. I'm shocked she actually came. My dad has to stay far away from everyone because he is a killer according to my mom. Although he did abuse me. Anyway my parents were crying and so was everyone else. No one had nothing to say. Anyway the person that hosts those kinds of stuff said ill be missed my many. Not my parents. Now they just put me under ground and people are throwing flowers on me. I hate flowers. They finally buried me. My grave stone shares lots of personal stuff like my age, date of birth, date of death, my full name, and how I died. It actually says was killed by my dad. So I guess my mom is my dad now? whatever. I hate my middle name. My mom comes every day to say her goodbyes. Thanks means a lot, not really. I wish my mom luck for sleeping tonight. If she can.

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