The Older Man (MxB)

Prologue

Prologue (Max in the picture)

Max POV

 As I look at the person in front of me that looked so broken and dead inside. I couldn't do anything for this person to cheer this person up. I didn't know how to or what to say. This person eyes and face was just so dead. There was no life in these eyes. 

I finished putting my tie on, as I was staring at myself in the mirror. My reflection was just sickening. I put my black jacket on and stood there and look at myself one last time, before I exited my room and went across the room across from  mine. I open the door and looked around the room. The room where that person no longer stood or lived. I made my way to her bed and stared down at it. The person would never lay on this bed no more. 

I stood there for a minute then walked to the spot where I found her body. Her body that was laying lifeless. I took a deep breath, 'I need to pull myself together, fallen tears won't bring her back'.

"Max sweetie its time, come down stairs." My mom shouted up at me. 

I inhaled in one big breath and made my way downstairs. As I came down the stairs I noticed everyone was wearing black. My favorite color was black, but at the same time, it was the color that represented death. I walked out the backdoor into the backyard where the ceremony was being held. Outside in the backyard there were rows of seats and flowers all around the place. The rows of seat were split into two so that you can walk down the middle. In the front of the rows of seat there stood an altar, and in front of the altar stood that god forsaken box that I have come to hate with a passion. I looked around noticing that there was some people who were crying. I looked away and made my way to the front of the seats and sat down and waited for the ceremony to begin. Eventually everyone made it to their seats, my mother and father on the right side of me and my brother and her five year old son sitting on the left side of me.

The ceremony began, and the pastor was at the altar talking. The pastor started calling people to the altar to say something nice, or share a story with the crowd. I zoned him out and looked up at the sky, it was grey and dullish. Even the sky was sad, but it wasn't crying so why should I. I was pulled out of my state by my mom elbowing me and I look at her and she was motioning for me to go to the altar and say something. I took a deep breath and made my way up to the front of the crowd. 

I was standing behind the altar looking out at all the people.

"Hello everyone, I want to start by thanking you first for you all coming out and showing support, it really means a lot." I said looking at everyone faces. I continued.

"They say funerals are supposed to be happy, because that person gets to go home to the Father and that she cross the river. That her name gets written in the book of life. That may be true, but there is nothing happy about this funeral, they say you shouldn't cry, but that's a load of bull. I said then I looked around noticing that their was some elders here too.

"Excuse my language." I apologized.

"Everyone here, at this funeral, act like they knew what she was going through, and you all throw you pity and sympathy," I said with disgust.

"Around but you all didn't know that she was planning something."

"This family, this pack, you all say that you all know what's going around at all times, but you all just took in what y'all wanted to take in, and that sickens me." I said with pure disgust as I look at my mother and father, and then the pack. Who were wearing solemnly looking faces, which just pissed me off more to no end.

 "Most people thought she was perfectly fine. She was good at pretending…but some people knew she wasn't okay but they didn't realize how bad it was." I was now looking at her so called friends that was seating in the second row behind my parents, they were avoiding looking at me, because they knew I glaring at them.