A Traitorous Nightmare

A nightmare for some, my hands cold and bleak, its the warm hearts they seek.What am I? Death, and for people like me, a nightmare. Ever since that night, that traitorous night, my life has spirraled out of control like a dreidel, given too much force. Outside today, is a cold bleak decemer, yet the world continues to rotate. The walls of tough cement covered in old paint, are chipping away at the surface, letting out all of the warmth there is in the room. A lot like my body, slowly turning my insides into a frozen nothingness. I sit here in the cold bearing wood, providing no warmth to my chilled body, but it's not like anything ever will. The black drapped over everyone makes me want to run and scream, run after my mother, and see her again. However i know that will not be possible, I am at her funeral after all.

I shut my eyes still able to remember that night like it was yesterday. There was something going on out there and I sensed it, however when I peeked outside through her window to see what the source of whispers were... nothing, absoluley nothing. The trees made no sound in the summer air while crickets and frogs sang in harmony. Billions of stars dripped from the sky, glazing over the meadows. The full moon stood out among the stars; crisp, white, and large. In all of it's enchanting glory, shedding light on everything, but revealing nothing of the mystery. Still I knew something was about to happen.

However, before I could punish myself for the past, letting the memories eat away at my brain like cancer, the priest's booming voice interrupted my thoughts.