That felt good, I finally feel normal. I dug a grave and shoved him in by the time I was done in was dusk. I didn’t go home that night; the next morning I open the door to see a sobbing Cheryl. “Cheryl I’m leaving I can’t go back to the man before, when I killed him it felt good so good even now I get giddy just thinking about it goodbye .”I ignoring her cries and walking to the bedroom to pack. Weeks had gone by at the moment I was sitting on the side of the road bugging for some type of money or food. The people just kept walking not spearing me another glance. I guess no one will help, maybe that think I’m on drugs or something. I felt a pulse in my pants, it probably Cheryl calling she starting the get annoying with her calling me every day, I debating if I should answer or not. I think I should only to see an unknown number. I answer it “Price your country need you again” I am needed? In a flash I was back where I belong. The smell of dried blood, it being expected to see red. My troop and I were back up in charged operation to kill a group of people. The leader of the group looked like very tall and muscular, and wears a brown longcoat. He has silver hair and noticeable facial stubble. His name was Estarosa his has been selling weapons to our enemy’s. Minutes later there I was the only one left out of ten men. I’m corned by Estarosa. I pulled out by knife and lunged at him, somehow he easily disarmed and throw me. He advanced slowly picking up my knife. I backed further into the corner, trying to create distance between myself. Estarosa smiled, knowing that there was nothing he could do to change what would happen. He lunged forward, cutting me in the arm, i screamed in pain and darted to the left of him, tripping and falling to the floor. He lunged again, this time slicing my hand. Blood poured, spattering Estarosa face and chest. I moaned in agony, knowing the worst was yet to come. Estarosa stood over me, watching as tears met blood, creating small red designs on my face and neck. “your not worth my time men, finish him off but I want his eye out of his skull and him burns to ashes.”
Cheryl pov Everyone came. Everyone, including miku, Price’s very distance sister. she moved across the country to get away from the fighting, for five years to be exact, but it wasn’t until today that she decided to visit. Sadly this is the day of Price’s funeral. Minutes later a hearse and three limos arrived at the house. The family and friends filed into the vehicles while the drivers loaded the hearse with the numerous roses. Price loved roses; they were red, she loved anything red. The family and friends arrived at the funeral location where the service would take place. The atmosphere not only looked gloomy but felt gloomy, even for miku. Everywhere I looked there were no smiles. Even the seats weren’t very comfortable. Miku had to re-position his rear end a few times before she could sit properly. And to top it all off, the chairs were Price’s favorite color: red. A blood stained red. It was a sunny day, with birds chirping and flowers blooming. Besides, all of Price’s former high school classmates and cousins came to the funeral, making the air a little too stuffy. I decided not to see Price’s one last time. My sadness for him was well known. The casket was closed, and pallbearers carried it on their shoulder to the hearse. Friends and family followed. I reluctantly joined them. As the casket lowered into the ground, many tears were shed. I never even had a tear shed. For as long as I can remember, the idea of death has never really affected me. It always occurred to me as the end stage of a person’s life and just that. Hearing my parents discuss and grieve over the loss of their friend was the closest funeral that I ever attended to as a child. I adopted this attitude over the years until I attended my husbands’ funeral. This was the first official funeral that I went to and it changed my scope on life completely. Everything about that day was depressing, but it wasn’t normal depressing. This depressing was completely different; it was a feeling I couldn’t describe. The entire melancholic atmosphere directly affected me from all the black clothes to the tears from the immediate family. I tried to retain my tears as I constantly told myself that “I would not cry.” I was successful until I glanced at the other soldiers, and saw tears pouring out of their eyes. Suddenly, I couldn’t hold it back and I just let it all out. I lost somebody so close to me and it was overbearing. As they lowered my husband’s coffin, I realized that I would never see him again. This was it; this was the last time I would ever see him again. After the event was over, my perspective on life shifted completely. I realized that I took not only my life for granted, but also the lives of those important to me. Death was not just an end stage of a person; it goes beyond the boundaries of one’s life. It affects and haunts all those who are both directly and indirectly associated with the person. Although I hate funerals, I am actually proud to say that this event helped me grow up. As of that moment I am done crying its not good for our baby. It was time for my Eulogy “Price was a first born and a beloved son and husband. There was no stopping him. His passion and love for animals found us in many interesting situations. One summer day, as sat outside enjoying the sun, came running with a dog she found. This was not just any dog; it was a pitiful, dirty mutt that was on his last leg. This lonely, shaggy stranger was wondering around our neighborhood in need of a home. He was eaten up with fleas and had some open wounds, but had love in his eyes. Price was not a perfectionist. His side of the room was always a mess. What I will remember most about Price is his sense of humor. he had the ability to brighten a room and make anyone laugh. The few things that will make me the saddest is he will never see his daughter first: steps, laugh, smile, date to be able to say ‘my little girl’. Price had send me a letter a few weeks ago it reads im scared shitless right now I don’t want to turn back in to that guy I was.After the twenty one gun shots and I got the flag I left for the limo.
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