Perfectly Perfect

Chapter 2

        There it lay cold as a refrigerator, midnight black, and three feet away. The box that held my dad. At first I couldn’t move. I was frozen in place just staring at the box that held his cold dead body. All of a sudden I couldn’t stand or even breathe. I wasn’t claustrophobic but I was sure the walls were closing in. I had to get out. Before anyone could even see me I was out the door heading towards the back of the funeral home.

                I slumped against the dirty brick wall and tried to regain my breath. The thought of going in there and saying good-bye to his lifeless body made me want to puke. He didn’t deserve to die this young. It went against everything I ever believed in. He was a good man. He went to church every Sunday and even gave at least a dollar to every homeless person he saw. “Bad things are only supposed to happen to bad people” I cried out loud. I just sat there and sobbed like the world was about to end.

                After people started to come out and drive to the burial site I finally decided to come out and act like everything was perfect. Without saying a word I hopped into my mom’s Mercedes and we drove there in silence. I wish this was just some horrible nightmare and any minute now I would wake up and be happy again and hug my dad and live a happy life. Instead I got to go to a creepy cemetery that looked like it should be in a horror movie where the football player and cheerleader get killed or raided by zombies.

                The band starts to play the saddest song I have ever heard and finally it’s time for my dad to be buried. Then I realize my dad just died I’m allowed to act crazy and insane for today or at least another week. Without thinking twice I scream and jump right on top of the coffin. “You can’t take him” I screamed at the top of my lungs. Suddenly there are two men pulling me down, but I refuse to go down without a fight and kick, scream, and punch. In the end I end up standing right next to my aunt while my mom flashes me the your-in-so-much-trouble face. I’m not sorry though because I will never be able to express myself like that again at all and this time I had a reason.