I look around and see everyone dressed in black with tear stained faces.
My Granny had died last week of something. I forget what it was, but she was in a hospital bed for what seemed like a million years.
I stand next to my parents with a blank face and watch as they bury the only one who loved me.
I try to comfort my mother as she bawls her eyes out.
I've never really understood why people cry or even feel. It's always been so confusing for me.
I get snapped out of my thoughts as I get dragged to the car and realize that the ceremony is finally over.
I sigh in relief as I climb in the car wishing once again that I had a sibling so I wasn't so alone. It sucks being the only child, but it has it's times.
After sitting in the car staring out the window for about an hour, my father pulls into the drive of Granny's house.
Granny had never married, but she did have my mother when she was in her 20's because she wasn't very careful. Talk about a good influence.
"What are we doing here Jacob?" I asked with the saddest voice I could muster. I wasn't really feeling it today.
"We are here to collect your grandmother's dog. You said that you wanted the bitch, so here we are," he said with a pissy tone.
"You could say that a litt-," I was interrupted as I got a slap to the face from my mother.
"YOU NEED TO BE HAPPY WE ARE EVEN HERE!" She screamed as she pulled a tissue from her purse to dab the tears from her eyes and the smell of alcohol thick on her breath.
I get out of the car without another word and go inside as my parents start to get out themselves.
"Those fucking bitches need to be happy I never carry my knife when they do that stupid shit," I mutter under my breath.
I immediately go to my safe haven in the attic and sit down with my head in my knees.
The attic was smaller then even the smallest room in the house. It's always full of webs and dust with the occasional squeak of the floor boards.
Anything at all besides anger and I catch a glimpse of a shiny object in the far corner or the small space.
"What's this?" I ask myself as I crawl over to it.
I pick it up and look at the intricate swirls on the back of the delicate mirror.
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I wiped the dust off and turned it around to see if my hair was messed up.
I gasped when I saw something was wrong with the reflection.
