The funeral finally came...I wrote a eulogy to give. Everyone was so heart-struck by it. So much that they were flat out annoyed when my grandfather stepped up to the pulpit to give a service; it was comically apparent that he knew nothing about his daughter-in-law.
But the real problems didn't start until after the service was over and everyone began talking...I suddenly saw people that I definitely didn't want to see. People who had no business being around my family or my mother's funeral.
The first were two teachers I had when I was in High School - they were some of the ones I thought I had become friends with - Dyson and Gale. The Drama Teachers. When I was high school, I discovered I had a talent for acting. I enjoyed being in the plays they would put on. But because my mother was in the hospital and my father was unemployed - I couldn't afford to pay them just for the pleasure of being in their play that year...they turned on me. They treated me like I was a traitor...a worthless vagabond. It was apparent that they didn't care about me; just how they could've profited from me. Seeing them, had me boiling and seething with anger.
"Hello," Dyson said to me. "When we heard about your mom, we knew you had to have been devastated. We came to give our respects."
"...Respects?" I replied to her. "...If you had any shred of respect for me, my family, or at the very least my mother, you would've been smart enough to have never showed your face to me at all. You have no place here. Get. Out. Now..."
"Ugh...How dare you?" Gale started. I glared at Gale's face. She was always so ungodly fat and ugly in high school that we started calling her Gale the Whale. She was always a bitch too, so we didn't feel bad about it. And now, she was speaking to me in that arrogant, bitchy tone. "We come here trying to offer friendship and comfort to you and your family, and you turn us away? You're just the same ungrateful prick you were in high school."
"Ungrateful? I was supposed to be grateful for what you two did to me?!" I snapped back. "You turned on me because I couldn't afford to give you money to be in a stupid play - and THEN, you start spreading rumors about me to the other actors in the troupe, and made THEM turn against me! And I'm supposed to be grateful?! Leave now...while I still allow it!"
"Is that a threat?!" Dyson snapped back.
I was about to answer her, when I saw the one person who definitely didn't deserve to be there. A few teachers from my elementary school came to the funeral - not for me. Because they were once my mom's co-workers. My mom was a teacher when I was young. Unfortunately that was put to an end when I saw this person walk in - it was the school's principal, Nora Creed. She's the woman...who fired my mother. And when my mom lost that job, she lost so much more. She couldn't get a teaching job anywhere else in the country. She couldn't work, she couldn't do...anything except stay home. And that depressed her. Until a few years ago, when she first went to the hospital and became disabled...In my mind...this woman...STOLE...my mother's life from her and turned her into the miserable old woman who died.
I pushed past Dyson - my muscles tightening with anger, my teeth clenching. I walked up to Creed, glaring daggers at her. "What. Do you Think. You are doing here?!" I snarled at her.
"I heard the news your mother died," she said. "She...was one of my best employees so I -"
"Wanted to pay your respects?!" I yelled back at her. "If she was one of your best employees then why did you fire her?! You think that nine years is enough time to forgive and forget what you did to her?! You're wrong! We got reminded of what you did to her, every minute of every day! She never recovered from being fired...She couldn't get a job anywhere else! She always considered it a failure. Her confidence and sense of self-worth were SHOT! And after that, she just let herself waste away as her life was taken away from her, bit by bit! And it's all because of YOU!"
Suddenly on that last syllable, the sleeves of my black dress shirt tore away to reveal the muscles on my arms - they were at least three times larger than they had ever been. Now. I didn't even notice. I barely noticed, but I was so angry right now, that my body was quaking with rage. The entire congregation of mourners turned toward me when they heard me yell. A few tried to move toward me to calm me down, but stopped when they saw a golden aura surround me. Suddenly, the seats across the chapel began to rise off of the ground. Everyone backed away to the walls to watch what would happen. All I could do was glare at Creed as she slowly backed away. There was only one thought that ran through my head.
"Now...You are going to PAY!!!"
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