The World Will End With Us. (Volume One)

Chapter 4: Bennett Meer.

Bennett's past:
A cycle of life is living and eventually dying. The point of living for some is rather to die and some others point of life is to live rather than die. Your either on end of the stick or the other end because there's no middle ground for this subject. An yes people will pull that bullshit and say of course I live in the moment but there idiots not thinking of the enviable. Everyone dies it's part of life and it's your business how you want to live it but you can't forget about it or your gonna be scared. The only reason why I'm not scared is because I live in a funeral home I literally see death every other day. It's only my mom and my uncle that do the whole funeral home business; me personally I don't like being around the whole embalming process but I'm fine with everything else.

My relationship with my mom though is not the best and I don't intend to make the best. We are the opposite ends of the pole and we're to far from each other to meet each other in the middle. She's too traditional and strict with a structured life that I'm not about; I want my life to be spontaneous and wild as it will ever be like FUCK structure bring on the wonder of the unknown. My uncle ? He's an asshole, as soon as my dad died he all of sudden was there for my mom when he wasn't even able to come for most of my life. He is also very structural and strict with everything. Sometimes I think that I'm actually adopted compared to me; for me to actually have a life I have to sneak out a lot out of our two story house.

Party's and such feel like such useless interaction; I don't know why I feel like this but I feel more comfortable with the dead because the dead will keep your secrets. Ironically they keep your secrets and everything you tell them to the grave; the living will never make anything secret. The living will tell you lies and for or worst it'll always bite the liar in the ass.
Eventually everybody gets what's coming to them.

Bennett's present:
Feeling hungover from the night before I rolled over and the sun blinded my eyes. Opening my eyes I saw I had left the window open from the night before the cold air filled my room and I felt a chill run up my spine. Sitting up while rubbing my eyes I heard my mom down stairs cooking breakfast bright and early as always. Smelling my shirt I smelled of alcohol and smoke; shrugging I stretched and got up from bed and went to my shower. Then of course there's no water because of my uncle; sighing I made the shower short then got dressed. Grabbing my cigarettes and the essentials I went down stairs to a big plate of breakfast on the table for me. My mom was reading the paper with my uncle as she ate with him and he of course annoyed as usual glared at her. He then shoved the paper more toward him while my mother struggled to read the rest. But I didn't do anything and just looked down at the plate the bacon and eggs that was shaped like a smiley face.

After breakfast I headed outside to take my daily rounds of collecting the dead flowers or plastic bags from the living families that came to the cemetery. Personally I don't understand why people give the dead gifts if there not ever going to retrieve it. Shoving plastic and dead flowers into my big trash bag I began to feel nauseous; maybe having a hungover and a hefty breakfast wasn't such a good idea. Going to my favorite mausoleum well the only mausoleum I began to have a smoke while I stared off into the forrest. Peaceful and quiet the leaves brushed lightly against each other as breezes came by; how can a forrest be so chaotic? I've read somewhere that it's peace before the storm so when will a Forrest have a storm. Maybe I can't hear it everyone says some shit like a tree doesn't make a sound if no one is there so maybe it's happening deep within it.

Maybe I'm just thinking too much into the Forrest being this chaotic thing deep within it while I'm just bored. As I was about to leave my foot accidentally hit the trash bag and it tipped out all of its contents on the ground. Kneeling down I picked up the trash again till I heard some sticks break behind me, turning around I didn't see anyone and just shrugged. Then it happened again turning faster than before I saw a guy breathing hard against a tree; jumping a little at the site of him, he staggered a bit at me too but didn't move from his spot.