Prologue

People. Everywhere. Dressed in white because that is what the occasion requires. People I hardly recognize walking past an open casket that is the center of attraction.

Eventually it comes turn to look into it. My movements are robotic, face expressionless and void of every emotion. Exactly what I felt inside since I got the news of my grandfather's death. I reach out to touch his large hands that are clasped together on his stomach. I badly wanted to reassure myself that he wasn't dead.

I needed to.

Just as my skin comes in contact with his, I almost retract my hand because of how cold it felt.

Then it finally dawned on me.

He is gone. Never to return. No matter what he is not coming back George, I tell myself.

I instantly felt tears sting my eyelids and I squeeze my eyes shut to push them back.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, my best guess it was a female's. Everything was going fine until I heard the voice

"It's going to be okay Honey, everything will be fine"

My eyes instantly flung open and I locked gazes with the person I hated most in the whole world.

My Mother.

I immediately stepped away from her, earning weird stares from people and a pained look from her. I mustered a very malicious glare and shot it her way then I sprinted to the empty grave my grandfather was about to occupy.