Beaten, Betrayed, Violated.

Surprise Funeral

In the night, my father and the Evil Step Cunt, came to get me and my brother and take me to their house.
When I got there, my sense of dress deepened, when I saw piles of presents everywhere, because although they were "late Christmas gifts", I knew they were trying to make me feel better. My grandmother gave me and my brother a room in her house, instead of living in the trailor with the step witch and my father, because it had only one room.
I fell asleep, and that night I dreamt of my mother.
I know lots of people don't believe in the paranormal but I do. This dream was so vivid,I firmly believe that it was her one last time.
She was laughing and running and she jumped into the pool that was behind my grandmothers house.
"The water is fine. Its not cold. Come here baby."
I jumped into the water. She was wearing a white dress that swirled out in waves around her. I'd never seen a dress so pretty, or my mom look so fresh. No worry lines, bags, dark circles. She was smiling and holding her hands out to me. She was standing in the deep end, but her waist was level with the water and she was floating without moving.
"I'm sorry I had to go baby. Will you miss me?"
I nodded, because speaking would unleash the sobs that I had trapped in the knot in my throat.
"Do you want to come with me?"
"Yes!" I cried.
"Mommy I don't want you to leave me."
"You can stay here, live your life, and see me again. I will always be with you. Or you can leave everyone behind, and come with me."
It was an impossible choice and I began to cry harder.
I tried to reach her, but I couldn't get close enough. Its like I wasn't meant to.
She smiled again, and spoke softly, before touching my face.
"It's not your time, you have to wake up. I love you, and I will always watch over you."
Then a loud growl and a bark ripped my dream apart, and I opened my eyes to see my dog Duchess standing in my doorway with her fur raised.
Being that all is a little much for a four year old to dream up, I believe it was her saying goodbye to me.
Steve lived.
That bastard. He was driving, but she died and he lived.
The world has no justice.
God is dead.
A week later, Angi woke me up, and handed me a black dress. No one had told me anything else about my mother, besides what frank had said.
I suspected nothing. But when we pulled up to an  ominous looking building, (I couldn't read well enough yet), I had no idea what was in store. I just knew it was bad. We walked through the doors and everyone's eyes landed on me. They all started whispering, and the weight of their eyes kept my gaze trained on the ground as I tried to fake being alright, with a small smile. That was when I saw the giant wooden box, with my mother inside of it.
Her face was purple, her neck purple. Her shoulder looked flattened, her hair lifeless. She had so much makeup caked on her, she hardly even looked like my mother. She wore glasses. But never with me. I needed to see her without her glasses on, to touch her. To make her wake up.
But she didn't. And suddenly my hand was jerked back by Angi.
"These people only know her with her glasses on. Don't touch those. "
She was so fucking cold, so mean. I wanted to scream. She's MY mother. I should get to see her face and remember it how I wanted to. She grabbed my arm. But I screamed and ran out. I hid behind a truck and cried for hours until someone found me passed out on the ground.
I've heard of surprise parties, but never a surprise funeral.
Until I had seen her body, crushed and torn apart, held together with plastic molding, I thought she might come home one day. I still cry and get torn up about it.