Living With the Mirrors

10.5 years ago. Keeans POV

Keean sat at the funeral parlor by himself. Lost in thought. He kept running through the events in his mind the day his dad died. Robyn had seen it happen before and could have stopped it. Now six months later at the parlor he still hadn't  talked to her. Did he feel bad? Yes, so what if he was her only friend and she had no one to talk to for all these months. He felt horrible. He was hoping she would arrive and he could apologize for his silence. He just was so.... So mad at her for not telling him. His mom had told him over and over, day after day that it was not her fault and she could never have stopped it. He should talk to her. But he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Somehow he felt, she was the reason he was dead. He was 5 now and could understand why things happen. He was not a baby and neither was she.

He let his mind wander back to that day, six months ago.
'I'm sorry for your loss.' she said quietly the next morning.
'No you're not. If you had told me yesterday then I could have prevented it. He would still be alive. Its all your fault he's dead!' I yelled at her with bright red eyes. She stared back with pure sadness in her eyes and on her face. I remember feeling a little guilt for how I acted but I didn't show it. She turned away so I would not see the tears running dowm her face. She ran out the door and all the way home. Not far because it was next door but still she was broken. I was thinking about the day so much, running the events over and over. That horrible sound at the front door. My mom telling me not to look because it was so bad. I remembered. I remembered it all like it was yesterday.

Suddenly I was snapped out of it by the arrival of Robyn and her mom. She walked in with big, sad eyes. I realized that she knew how I felt. She had lost her dad too. Two years back. She must have felt awful about seeing my dad in her vision. That's probably why she fled. She was scarred by what she had seen. It must have been horrible.
'Hey, sorry for blaming you and not speaking to you.' I said quietly.
'Its ok, just glad your talking to me again!' she said with a look of relief on her face.
I smiled at her and she smiled back. Weird we were doing this at a funeral parlor. The rest of the funeral I don't remember but my mom told me I fell asleep. Robyn had too. I guess we were too young to understand it. But we were still sad. It was so sudden. I had only known him for four years. It was hard. I really don't like it when people keep saying, 'Sorry for your loss.' I know they are but when 59, I know really pacific. People say it the it's annoying. Hey, why can't I just say 60? But I said 59. So deal with it because I'm sad and miserable right about now. So where was I? So sorry for your loss right? Yeah, so if everyone says it, I feel it loses its power of sorrow because everyone just says the same thing and no one is creative about what to say to the grieving family.
Let's start at the beginning of the service before I fell asleep.
The priest said,'Welcome to the funeral of...'
SNOOOOORRRRE. This is when I fell asleep. Sure he was my dad but I thought that if I fell asleep and didn't listen then I would be less sad. It worked. I was feeling less sad until the dreams started. I was in my dreamworld enjoying the sun, my happy place. Then suddenly the sky turned red and the lakes turned to blood. This was my happy place and iShares it with my dad. But now that he was gone the balance of my realm was gone. The light was fading replaced by darkness and despair. I ran and ran. Everything turned to darkness and voices started to whisper in my head. Was I going mad? The voices in my head were the voices of my despair, anger and envy.
'Why does she have the power, I should have it. I could have stopped it!' said Envy
'She is the reason he's dead!' said Anger
'We should just give up and die. Then we'll see him again!' said Despair. But out of the depths of my mind I heard the voice of my hope. My mom.
'Darling, wake up its time to go. Come on. Please wake up I need you!' suddenly there was drop of something wet on my face. I opened my eyes to see that there was my mum crying, tears dripping down her face and onto mine. Why was she so sad?
'Was the funeral really that sad?' I asked her.
'The funeral wasn't,your heart beat was dead for a minute!' she said between gulps,'I thought I lost you!' she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big hug. 
'You will never loose me. Never. Not today and not never. We WILL see each other in the afterlife, when we die!' I said through my eyes.
'Dont ever do that to me again!' said Robyn as she walked over to me and punched me in the arm, HARD!
'I'm 'Sorry but I was having a bad dream and suddenly I was dead in the dream. That must have been it right?' I could not really die because of a dream right? It must have been Despair that took over. Stupid Despair, remind me later to get him out of my mind. I don't like him. He wanted me to give up and die And I nearly did. So after the funeral was when I finally realized my dad was truly gone and I cried for a long time. Even of he died 6 months ago it still bit my hard in the heart. My special one and only dad. GONE!