Creative Writing: Noel's Funeral

Well, today is a brand-new day and I am hoping things are going to be different. I was a little out of it last night, that’s for sure. What in the hell was that? Maybe I just had a hallucination from all the stress I have been under lately, the mind is a weird thing. I was thinking it might be a good idea if I tried to reach out again to Noel’s sister to get details on the funeral, and to see if there was anything I could help with. Of course, this didn’t go over well. The moment I got on the phone with her she had a certain tone in her voice. It sounded as if she was annoyed with me, did she not expect me to call back? “What do you want?” she said. “I was hoping to know when the funeral would be and if there is anything I could help with,”

Shortly after that, she hung up on me. This hurt more than I could imagine. “Well, well, well, what did I tell you,” laughed a shadowy figure walking into the room. It was the same figure I had seen the night before. My chest started to feel heavy, I was having trouble breathing, tears were forming in my eyes as he came closer and closer. “What’s the matter Nick? Something bothering you?” laughed the man, louder and louder. “What do you want from me??” I yelled at him, at this point I was becoming very frustrated not knowing who he was or what he even wanted from me. “I want anything and everything Nick, your life, and your death, your suffering, and your joy, I am all that you are,” he continued to laugh, again the room started to shake, and I let out a yell of pain. The man had disappeared again, I was feeling weak and tired at this point. Why was this all happening to me? So now I was at a loss, what am I going to do about the funeral? It was stressing me out a little, because I didn’t want to disrespect the family, but that was the girl that I loved who was now dead. I wanted to see her one last