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Aaron's POV:

My body wouldn't move when it was my turn.

My mind wasn't filled with all thoughts that I was suppose to have.

My eyes showed no emotion as I watched someone one by one drop a red rose into the earth where my dad was going to buried in less then four hours.

"Aaron it's your turn." My aunt told me softly through her tears.

I didn't respond as I saw my aunt and uncles go by and take a seat once they dropped it.

My dad. My own dad dead after Grace and Bryan. Why was this happening to me? How could my good and joyful life be shattered into a million pieces in just two weeks?

"Aaron. Go." Mom told me harshly at how she was getting frustrated with all this even though deep down she knew I was hurting as much as she did. But the thing was. I wasn't feeling any emotions.

Dad wasn't really a dad to me. He was okay when I was little, but that changed as I grew up. Probably from fifth grade and up to the last point I saw him. Everyday we would fight after talking to each other for about a minute. He would disrespect everything about me. My actions, looks, habitats, friends, even the god damn way I walked. Grace and Bryan knew we fought all the time and what he says to me. He would never take it out on my siblings. (The dad stuff is based on me in real life.:/. Except the part where hes dead. I had to let it out somehow. )

I don't know what happened between us. Sometimes he would come home drunk and fight with my mom. But when she wasn't home or working late night shifts he would fight harsher with me knowing he had the advantage. And one night everything changed that no one knew of except of me.

He hit me. My dad hit me right across the face. That day is when he made me hate him with every fiber in me. Even though we fought at least four times a day, I never hated him. Just disliked him when we fought. But now whatever he does I hate it.

I hate how he laughs with my mom and acts like nothing happened when they fought. I hate how he would try to care of me even though he disrespected me. I hate how he picks me up from school everyday or makes food for me.

"Aaron!" Mom screamed at me but only loud enough for my aunt and I to hear. I snapped my head up and saw people waiting for me.

My body finally moved and I clenched the rose I had in my hand which was white not red. I circled around the coffin underneath me.

I stared at his lifeless body, but he was smiling. Hands linked together across his stomach and his body straight as if he was sleeping.

After watching the rose fall swiftly onto his body is when I snapped.

My legs went weak making me drop to my knees. My entire body beginning to shake as tears began streaming down my face onto my black dress.

"Why.. Why'd you leave me and mom? Why'd you go to Grace and Bryan without warning us?" I whispered, but continued as my voice became louder and louder after every sentence.

"I NEVER EVEN GOT TO TELL YOU WHY I WAS NEVER NICE TO YOU. YOU NEVER GAVE ME THE CHANCE! AND NOW YOU LEFT ME. I NEVER SAID YOU COULD LEAVE ME AND MA!! WHO'S GOING TO FIGHT WITH ME AT HOME ALL THE TIME? WHO'S... whos going to stay at home with me when moms not home.. whos going to cook me food that I cant make.." I screamed and started to pull my hair as sadness and pain took over me. Small cries and gasps were going on at how pitiful I was or at how shocking that I was yelling at a funeral.

"Oh Aaron.." Mom and Aunt came rushing to me pulling me into tight hugs telling me it's okay.

It wasn't okay at all.

Notes

The feelsssss.

Sorry for not updating. Hope you enjoyed another sad and tragic part of Aaron's life ;-;