- 25 May 2015 22:19
I wanted to add my part to this procession of role-play. So here goes.
...As I walked up to the casket, I couldn't hold it in anymore. My emotions were flooding through me like a tree tossed about in a tornado. I couldn't look it in the eyes. The thing I once loved so much, has been taken from me in an instant. I knew then that my world would never be the same again. I joined the rest of my family along the procession. The room was pretty empty, not a lot of people seemed to have shown up. “I can’t believe some people could just forget something so important…” I whispered to myself. My mom put her arms around me to comfort me, but it was anything but comforting. All it did was trigger the memories of all the terrible things she once did to me. She stole the one thing I could never get back. My identity. As I brushed her arm away, my dad gave me a look of loathing. He’s always loved my brother more. Maybe it’s because I’m different from most guys. I’m not the most outgoing guy, and my dad was the partier when he was in high school. He’s always trying to get me to do substances that my teachers always told me I shouldn’t. I looked away from him and tried to get my thoughts back on the preacher’s words. I tried to listen, but I couldn’t concentrate. I knew I should respect this service, the roleplaying forum has done so much for me, the least I could do was pay that back. At that moment I felt a flood of anger surge through me and I lost control of the emotions raging inside me. I grabbed my mom by the shirt collar and threw her from the pew and into the aisle. Everyone else was flabbergasted. While they were staring in disbelief, I balled up my right hand into a fist and threw it into my dad’s face as hard as I could. “NEITHER OF YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT ME OR THE ROLEPLAYING FORUM!” I yelled at them. I then proceeded to storm out of the building and went home. My parents weren’t too far behind. I could hear them walking up to the door. There was a lot of shouting. I could hear my dad’s alcohol ridden voice from inside. “WHEN I GET IN THERE SO HELP ME GOD…” I couldn’t listen to the rest, they were fast approaching and I knew my time was running out. My dad opened the door...